Just Tell Me Where And When.

Jeez! I have not gotten out of bed yet and I really don't want to. Last night, The Drunkandsilly Gayboys played at Cuthills in Boynton Beach. It started off well enough until everyone started beating on me for being too loud. An opinion I didn't necessarily agree with so to fight back, I turned way down and wouldn't turn up. Real mature! We played awfully and, of course, the people loved it. I was getting madder and madder at how badly we were playing and I quit the band with a big tantrum at the end. I'm in this to play good music. Not to impress some drunk dunderheads with my snappy patter. I've been in this band for 14 years and I think it's run it's course. Everyone seems more interested in ordering beer over the mic than singing the right words. So irritating. In my hearing, i'm always getting drowned out. I know my hearing isn't that great but I can't use earplugs because we don't use a set list. I didn't get paid 'cause someone left early so now i'm stuck at home and totally broke. Happy Motherfucker's Day!

Deep In The Heart Of Lexus or Free Willie!

Next up...Austin, Texas. My good friend, Elle invited me out there (and bought my ticket...THANKS!) to hang for a few days. We did all kinds of fun stuff. Got to see the Bob Marley movie that is NOT playing here. Did lots of thrifting. Some estate sales. Record shopping. Lots of eating. The food in Austin is spectacular. Love the breakfast tacos! I think my obnoxious personality was wearing on her and Jim. I hope I didn't wear out my welcome! I went on a searing anti-musician rant at ......Guitar Center. Real smart. Got to drool on some cool vintage instruments. Ate some more. Met Tommy Shannon at Threadgill's. All in all, loads of fun. Had a swell time but I missed Vena terribly. If I can remember more i'll add to this.

Oops or Running Out Of Steam.

To put this in proper context, the Dick Dale show was the last of the seven. That afternoon (Sunday), I did a solo spot at The Downtowner. I was really nervous about that 'cause they put me inside and there were people real close and my voice was going. I cured that problem by staring at a well-placed TV directly in front of me while I played. Humor once again saved the day. Keel, Misty and Brian showed up and that made it fun. A Mom showed up with a little girl and she was my inspiration for a while. I got up and danced with her a couple of times. That was fun.

To Beer Or Not To Beer or Pass The Mascara.

Got to the Beerfest in one piece. Chuck played bass on this date. It was kinda soggy weather but I recognized some of the sound crew and that made it easier. We were stupid loud. Chuck did the best he could, but Rick was in sabotage mode and didn't give an inch. We made it through without making an impression. They saved all their applause for the end. Maybe they were happy we were done. Rick was kind enough to buy me some lunch. Thanks, Pally!! The headlining band was on next and they blew the stink out of the air that we created. Bummer. No disrespect to The Funkabilly Playboys but I don't remember much about our gig that night. Boston's?

Now I Remember or The Tide Is High.

Looking thru a few pix jogged my memory of the next day. That morning, I had a solo slot at Top 5 Records for Record Store Day. I thought it would be outside but that wasn't the case. I was really nervous 'cause there were people right in front of me. Couldn't keep my guitar in tune. Singing was pretty awful. Humor saved the day again. Jill came up for a few songs and for the last song, I handed the guitar to Sean. I ended up borrowing a few bucks to buy a Bee Gees record. Then it was off to the Beerfest.

Remember or Forget

It sure has been a while. I've been so nutty busy lately. I don't know if it was such a good idea to wait so long. I'm known for having a crap memory so this could get interesting. I guess I left off the week of the seven gigs. I don't even remember some of it so I'll start with the Dick Dale at Churchill's gig. It was nice to see so many people I know and respect. Issac, Ed, Charlie, Russell... We had to set up in front of Dick's gear so my drums were on the front edge of the stage. Someone was taking pictures right in my face. We played loud and well and then it was Star Time! Dick was great. Quite loud for a 74-year old. His wife was working the merch booth and I asked if he was gonna hang around and sign stuff (i promised the kid i would try to get her an autograph). The answer was yes but I discovered that you had to pay to have things signed. Keep away the riff-raff? As usual, I didn't have any money so I combed the car for change and came up with 10 dollars in change, bought a 5 dollar card and got in line. Some guy in front of me must've been an Ebay dealer 'cause he had stacks of stuff to sign. Dick yelled at him and kicked him out of line. The guy directly in front of me was this obnoxious twat who used to blow cigar smoke in my face at O'Hara's. Douchebag City! He was taking forever making bullshit convo with The Dick, irritating everyone. My turn came and I asked some musical questions while Vena snapped a few pix. Got the autograph and got the hell out of there. About nearly halfway home, I discovered I left my drums in the club! Boy, was I angry with myself. Luckily, they were still there.