Yesterday, I went to Naples with Jojo to see Jimmy. Boy, has he changed! Granted, I haven't seen him since we were teenagers. We settled right in like there hadn't been 20 years between times. He's doing very well and he married a swell lady, Debbie. Jojo was getting restless (2 hours in a car for a 5 year old? Duh!) so Debbie took walks with her so Jimmy and I could catch up. I really wish I had more time to get to know Debbie though. Jimmy told me all the family secrets and we had a great time. No wonder he was my favorite cousin! He used to be a bouncer in clubs and it shows. He's huge! I'm really glad i'm on his side! He could crush me like a bug. I was sad to say goodbye but we made promises to get together more often (than 20+ years!) and I hope we make good on them.
Last night's O'Hara's "Kilt Night" gig was actually pretty good. We wore kilts in honor of a waiter friend of ours, Justin, leaving town. He's going back to school in Kentucky. He got completely shit-piled and was dancing with complete strangers. Good luck, pal! Been good to know you! Chuck was sick as shit. Normally when a member of the band doesn't feel well, they usually take everyone down with them. Chuck really came through and played a blinder. Everyone seemed to be on top of their game. There was a good crowd too, and that usually inspires us to try harder. Matt and Judy Blem (and their crowd) were there. James tried to talk me out of my self-esteem issues, but they weren't budging. Thanks, pally! I had some guitarists in the club checking out the competition. I can usually tell when they're looking at the fretboard or trying to look around me to see what amp i'm using. Last night was the Deluxe. The Amp Shop fixed the problem and i'm gonna be sad to return it to John. Hopefully, the new Gibson will be comparable and I won't miss it too much.
Today is Elwood's with the regular creeps and it ought to be fun....if not deafening! Must change the snare head and deal with garbage duty.
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Great, the one time I listen to your "don't-come-see-us-it's-gonna-suck" and you had a "pretty good" (translation: great) gig.
Trust me, the guitarists checking you out went away thinking, "Shit... that guy can PLAY!" It's all about soul, baby, and you gots a pile of it!
Ah, don't believe him Vullo. Really, you're the weakest guitar player I know, not even fit to change James' strings. Can't even play a decent rhythm. No wonder the Chili Peppers hired Dave Navarro over you in the top three.
Don't worry honey, I sense sarcasm.
Oh, I guess you're right. I can stop crying now 'cause The Great Pete doesn't really mean those things.
Thank you, Keith.
You've been tagged. Blame Amanda.
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Navarro wore the cooler nailpolish.
Knowing Keidis, that would have sealed it.
Peter, are you a Jack-Ass? NY would not be you're kind of place. I don't think it (you)would last too long.
Mike, Had an absolute blast! JoJo is the definately the cutest and smartest little girl in the family. Keep your head up brother, there are enough "Peters" out there. Keep doing what you love. Remember we (our family) are passionate people. Music is like gas for your car. Keep driving. Fball is my diesel. Unfortunately it gets thick and mucky, but I wouldn't be me without it. Much love to you and your family. Peter, I will kick your ass soon.
Calm down, Jimmy. Pete's just a joker. He's OK. We always cut each other down. Pete's a good guy.
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