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.