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.

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.

A Rat's Ass or Fun Da Mentals.

Here's the whiney bitch thing I was warning you about. The gig tonight was horrendous. I played like I had a couple of broken fingers. I am so unprofessional. If i'm in a fucked-up mood, I don't play well. It's like something blocks the channel that receives the messages from space. I've had a whopper of a headache today. When I got to the gig, I discovered my snare drum stand had broken which further clouded my mood. This recurring side/back pain thing is making me nuts. The good side is that i'm home now. Vena helped me put things in the proper perspective. How could I possibly complain about all of that stupid shit when I can see. I have all of my limbs. Life is good. I'm going to shut the fuck up now, take a muscle relaxer, wear my underwear around my head and watch Magical Mystery Tour.

Bazaar/Bizarre or The Battle If The Network Stars.

I like doing the dishes. It gives me time to relax and let my mind wander while performing a mindless function. Things are good. I was supposed to have the Kid tonight, but I forgot to look at the calendar. Thank something for Rick reminding me. That ticks the tally at a whopping SEVEN gigs this week! Can I apply for the pension? Last night in the studio was heaven. It went so smoothly. Only did three drum tracks but they sound great. I like working with Jeff Perkins. He writes a song and lets you build it however you feel it. Creative freedom!

Resistance Is Futile or Sorry, Charlie!

Well, that didn't work. The muscle relaxer made me into jello but I woke up with the same side pain. Maybe it's a lump of baked ziti that got stuck. I gotta get up and head to the studio.

I Heard It Through The Grapevine or Wasabi Peas not Nuts

First mistake-telling anyone i'm blogging again. If I have, in the past, been capable of offending you (isn't that everyone?) please don't read my blog. I usually random riff about what's on my mind. That's why I do it. I don't think about what i'm writing. And I CERTAINLY don't mean to offend anyone. This is a necessary exorcise/exorcism for me and i'd like to continue doing it without interference. If i've offended anyone, i'm sorry. Hopefully, this forum will help me with some problems i'm experiencing and give me a laugh now and then. Thank you for your patronage. I'll try to think before I leap.

Clickity-Clack or I Dropped My Birth Control Pill Down The Loo.

I forgot to mention Whole Foods. I haven't been there in forever but I went to find a voice remedy after dropping the Kid off this morning. People aren't kidding when they call it WHOLE PAYCHECK! And I wish it wasn't in snobby old Boca...i'm not gonna get into that! That said, the staff are always laid back and cool...even though they're constantly bombarded by confused and angry Botox Betties who are 100 going on 16. Oooops... I'll shut up now. Love ya, Whole Paycheck. Come to Lantana sometime. I'll make you a sandwich and we can listen to Coltrane and you can vent. I'm here for you.

My,My The Clock In The Sky Is Pounding Away...There's So Much To Say.

The cat's out of the bag and scratching my LP spines to bits! Last night's rehearsal was fun. Got to hold a real live '62 Fender Jaguar. It even smelled old! Had the Kid. She was great this morning. Here was the playlist on the way to school; This Is Radio Clash, Neat Neat Neat by The Damned, Do Wah Diddy by Manfred Mann, Black Is Black by Los Bravos, Suzy Is A Headbanger by The Ramones...Love this Kid! I switched gears to It Makes No Difference by The Band and got sad. Doesn't look like Levon Helm is long for this world. I need to lose weight! I shouldn't have shaved off the beard. Now my double chin is on display for the punching. I've been depressed about the lack of employment (and, consequently, the lack of money) and my recurring back/side pain and i've been eating too much. Waaahhh. I'm such a whiney bitch. On a good note, the muscle relaxers are working and everything's glowing. I love you, Man!!!

It Rears It's Ugly Head

I'm back. Much older. A little wiser. I'm now almost 44 and I feel like i've been shot with one. When I left my home, i went nuts and stopped communicating with some friends. Don't know why. Slowly, i'm getting back to them and finding not much has changed. Last night, I went back in the studio with Bob Wlos after nearly two years apart. Thankfully, the magic hadn't deserted us and things went really well. We're gonna start working on another project with Jeff Perkins tomorrow and that should be fun. Other changes? My love life has never been better. My girlfriend, Vena, keeps me happy when the drugs wear off. She's good people. I have six gigs in three days this weekend! I don't know how i'm gonna do it, either. Stay tuned, loyal friends and family, and see how the drama unfolds!