Like things you forgot you had that you find broken in the darkest corners of your garage. Things you cared little enough about that you’d totally forgotten they existed yet are now so heartbroken to know that they are really gone, for real and for good. These things are a lot like the castaway people you might have in a lifetime, these wasteoids ( Read more... )

Congratulations to all involved in the return of The True Love Coffeehouse. To know it's back warms the heart.

Should there be a grand opening celebration, let this be my bid for a slot.

Were I to put on an all-ages show in my house with me and a couple other fellows, would you come?

T-ball said Pyrex is supposed to be the one brand that doesn't blow up and I got to thinking. The damn shit is named PYRE-x. Like, "So strong, you can cremate shit with it." Well, apparently not. I tried to cremate the remains of a mouse for burial at puddle and no go.

(Those with newborns are exempt ( Read more... )

Surprise test flight at my show at Old Ironsides Thursday, July 13th. I'm doing the first half solo and THEN ( Read more... )

I'll expect to see some fatter angel's by the time I arrive at the pearly gates.

http://www.sacbee.com/content/news/obituaries/story/14257179p-15071966c.html


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Solo show with no band at the Blue Lamp on a Saturday night. Its a frightening concept and its what I'm doing ( Read more... )

Kiss my ass.

Name of Heather Killion, she's irish as fuck, sweeter than bees, drinks Jack, loves my kind of music, has a necklace that says "Kiss My Ass" and a purse that says "Fuck You" and a "Bacon Powered" sticker on her car. Now you tell me if I'm just whistling dixie here this time around. And all of that BS is beyond the good time I have with her. And we' ( Read more... )