Today's endeavor went smoothly. Yves of Destruction was who I met with. We had a great time together and I feel like i've gained a friend. We played some original material to each other and became fans. He's a great songwriter and singer and, hell, just a great guy all around. We actually started writing a song together and that went really well. And he likes corned beef. And he has a piano. What more could you ask for? It was also nice to have a rare day off. Sometimes when I have time off, I don't know what to do with myself. Sometimes I only feel real when i'm playing music. Our bathroom is still being renovated and the tile went down today. My bedroom smells like burnt plastic. If you never hear from me again, i'll have died from inhalation. You can split my records among you.
* top photo by judy blem.
4 comments:
Thanks, Dave!
(Thanking you for the second part of the comment)
Mike, I'm so glad you got to spend some time away from work. I'm commenting from bed, while you're asleep and I'm a bit worried now about the fumes. You forgot the mention how we have to keep the door closed so that said pussy does not get into the stuff in the bathroom (bathroom door is off hinges). We're dead. :b
I'll take your Ferrante & Teicher, Buck Owens, and any Capitol green label mono's.
Hmm. Problem. There's a stipulation in my will refusing my albums to those who don't know how to use an apostrophe. (Kris actually put that in). But you can have my 3 copies of Frampton Comes Alive. Now.
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