Lately, I’ve been listening to this acoustic blues musician named, Kelly Joe Phelps. I first heard him after receiving his first solo CD last Christmas from my friend J0jo (who comments on the blog from time to time) Phelps is an exceptional guitarist and my ears immediately perked up the first time I listened to […]
I’m all about the giving some days and today is one of those days. Got a website for ya. I just can’t keep this stuff to myself. There is a specific reason I mention this but I’ll get to that in a few minutes. If you want a real good laugh; do not pass go, […]
If you’ve ever wondered just what the hell Joe Cocker is saying, look no further. Watch the video and learn. Met Cocker years ago when I was playing in a band called “The Underground Balloon Corps”. Interesting man, to say the very least. As was the “Balloon Corps” The sax player went on to a […]
I want to live my next life backwards: You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in a nursing home feeling better every day. Then you get kicked out for being too healthy. Enjoy your retirement and collect your pension. Then when you start work, you get a […]
My interview with Moe is up an running at the Nook and though I’m not 100% satisfied with it (no fault of Moe’s, mind you) I think you’ll see a different side of me. I think. The story of me and Moe is quite interesting; it’s serendipity of the highest order. It began when I […]
Pen to paper. It’s just an act. My blood splashes on the white page, in a thick crimson stream of scribbles; the words that let the world see a glimpse of a real me, a man I barely know myself sometimes. Letters form words forming thoughts, these effortlessly move me on the inside . . […]
Stole this from Rain. Goddamn she’s fricking brilliant. Where does she find this stuff? Oh, I know. YouTube . . .
obsidian glass Opaque windows to the soul lucidity’s dead . . .
For two nights in a row I’ve dreamed of Gwyneth Paltrow. No rhyme, no reason. Maybe it’s the part of my brain still coming down from my Kelli Pickler fantasies. Now the strangest part is that me and Gwyneth are in Grand Central Station in New York and she’s trying to buy a ticket. I […]
Stuck on a treadmill. Questioning God. Evyl tagged me with this six-word-memoir-meme. Similar to some of the writing over at Smith Magazine. This idea started at Bookbabie Evyl was right. This was right up my dark little alley as you can see. The original post says to tag 5 people. As a rule I don’t […]