Shunday.

My voice is even worse now. I blame it on Nowhere Man. Today, I got to spend some quality time with Miss Jojo. We had a real fun lunch at Friendly's where she insisted I call her Micky as in Dolenz. I love my one-on-one time with her. She's so funny. As promised, the family showed up at Elwood's. We played Sleepwalk and Wipeout for my Mom and we mangled Under The Boardwalk for my Aunt and Uncle. They danced on the sidewalk and that was cool. We played our little hearts out and nobody cared. Oh, well. I spoke to the guys about rehearsing for the NAEMI show and we're gonna try sometime this week minus Pete. It looks like we're gonna rehearse with him the day of the show. A little while ago, Jojo woke up and told me she liked my playing tonight. She's so sweet. I can't wait for the day where i'm in a club somewhere supporting her musical dreams.

S Hatterday.

My voice is FUCK ALL today. Three gigs later, it's a chunky goo. Yesterday, we went to dinner with my Uncle Rick and Aunt Carol and family. Then we had to race home so I could take the usual five hours to get ready for the evening's programme. O'Hara's. I was told ahead of time that some Art Festival was happening downtown so some of the streets were blocked off. Somehow, my lack of parking luck was all cashed in 'cause I got a great spot. Musically, we were pretty good. There were mostly tourists in the joint so they laughed heartily at all our 10 year-old jokes. Nothing like a new polish on an old turd.

I met some people from Scotland (pronounced scoot-land...go ahead...say it.). Glasgow (pronounced glazz-goo... go ahead...say it.) to be precise. They seemed to like us and one gentleman kept saying we were very tight (pronounced tait...go ahead...say it.)(i hope he meant musically!). I think they might have had a pint (pronounced paint...go ahead...ah, for fuck's sake...forget it) too many. Nice folks. I saw Pete in there somewhere but he was off like a shot and was gone when I was searching for him a little later. The evening wound up with five very tired Funkabillies grasping for something to play for the few stragglers left. Both mine and Chuck's voices were gone so I thought to end with The Train Song which is an instrumental. At the end, Chuck and I tried to dissonantly out-skronk each other. Easily the best musical moment of the night.

Frieday.

Last night, we were at Alligator Alley and Ed O'Brien from the Eat and John Mahoney (from Mr. Entertainment's mob) showed up. That was a pleasant surprise. The few people who were there really seemed to enjoy it and the gig went great. There were a few Spoon Benders in the house as well. I wasted about 20 dollars in sticks as the splinters went flying. Today, I have to run around to get some stuff done. I'm having my band pants altered again. The first time I went to have it done, the lady couldn't believe I wanted my socks to show and I think she took matters into her own hands. Sheesh. My Uncle Rick and Aunt Carol came in from New York so I imagine we'll be having dinner with them at some point. In the past few days, we've lost the ultra-soulful Buddy Miles and the ultra-soulful Mike Smith from the Dave Clark Five. People don't really mention his keyboard ability. He could rock the Vox as well as anybody. And there's no way you can't tap a toe to Can't You See That She's Mine! As for Buddy....Who Knows....that's all I can say.