Whatever I did worked

I successfully lost my Girlfriend due to stupidity, misplaced anger and general personality disorder. Wow! Not getting anything right lately. Feel very alone. On a positive note, got some Anger Management books from the library and a new supplement from my Shrink that will hopefully keep my mouth shut. I guess i'll be retreating into depression and poverty land. Rough seas ahead!

Pickles Come In Barrels Because They Know What It's Like Outside.

Essentially, What the fuck? Why is it always exploding? I'm always fucking up. Endlessly. I'm starting to feel like myself 30 years ago. Depressed. Lost. Wanting to tear it all down and start over. Still, NO ONE fully understands me. I allow myself to be walked on constantly. I'm involved in situations I really don't want to be in. Maybe I should morph back into a hermit again. No expectations, no disappointments.

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.