What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got little save pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited.
This is a picture of me w/ Yako, the lead singer of Melt Banana. It's not a flattering picture. I look completely thrashed sideways but I'm actually stone cold sober. The black light doesn't help. My "crappy" band played a show in Athens GA tonight and after it ended I scrambled to pack up my gear and race like hell to see Melt Banana. I made it in time to see the very last song of their last encore. 1 song is all I got.
BUT as much as that SUCKED I got to hang out with them for a bit after the show. Getting a picture, as gruesome looking as it is, with the lead singer of my second favorite band on the planet and talking with Agato, who is my favorite guitar player on the planet, really made up for missing all but the last song of what had to have been in incredible show.
Monday: started the skin chemo treatment and 2 more 'holes' aka biopsy cuts Tuesday: 'new' car died, flat bed to the dealer, yay to warantees Wed: 9 month project - last 3 months 1 day off, go-live production install delayed (boo!) Thurs: Garth had what appeared to be a puppa seizure - yay for puppeh insurance
Not the best week.. however we are all home, safe, warm, fed, employed (at the moment), and don't live in the Phillopeans tonight. Safe haven to all there! That is one scary arse storm! Boo to the go-live delay.. YAY to the first days off in months!!!
Opened my mail box to get my 3 sleigh bells tickets and there was another envelope with three extra tickets. Looks like ticketfly screwed up and mailed me extra tickets. Called visa and I wasnt charged! FREE TICKETS WOOHOO
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know you realize that life goes fast - It's hard to make the good things last-you realize the sun doesn't go down - It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Made a bit of easy dough tonight, and decided to splurge on something nice. It was between a show or a new mic, but then I figured, quack it - I can get a mic anytime, but once the show's over, it's gone for good.
So Mr. Leonard Cohen, you and I have a date at the Opera House in two weeks and change. You bring your A-game, and I promise to be one of the greatest audience members you've ever had. Deal? Deal. Okay, glad we got that squared away first - see you soon!
Just met Michael Franti and the gang. Got an autograph, guitar pick for my son and because I always forget how damn tall he is (or short I am) a great big belly button hug. Possibly the best lunch break ever!