I've been bad. I know. But I'm a boy on the go. I'm busy. Things to see and people to do, you know. I figure I owe you all something slightly out of the ordinary to make up for my long silence.

( Martha, baby, cover your eyes. You don't want to see this much of me. )

Real post coming soon. I'm not dead yet. I posted privately last week with a draft of my so-called "real post" but I think it's outdated now. I know hearts are the right place, but I only respond to nudges that happen several weeks after my last post and not several DAYS ;)

Summertime in Spain. It's high season and it's hot. Time for white linen shirts and sandals. I got a summer haircut and the cooler night breezes feel good against my bare neck. A show in Madrid on Friday, another the next day in my beloved Barcelona, and I'll spend my birthday playing in Benicassim ( Read more... )

Hmmm, so, it's been about a month since I returned from "the land beyond MBP" to which so many of us go, but so few actually stay. You keep thinking that this time around you're a bit older, a bit wiser, and things will be different ( Read more... )

I actually have ideas for posts. They're flitting around in my head like little butterflies, but I just haven't had time to set them down yet. I feel like I should make a joke about the men with the butterfly nets coming after me, but really, I'll let you fill in the blanks on that one ( Read more... )

I've been coasting on an adrenaline rush for the past few days. Who needs drugs when your body pumps out an endless stream of the smoothest, most reliable intoxicant you could ever want? I feel like I could lift a car or chew through wire cable or set the room on fire with my eyes like Drew Barrymore in that creepy Stephen King movie ( Read more... )

Crazy things have been happening, boys and girls. Oh yes, wild and strange things. I know it's 666 day, but crazy things have been happening before that. But I think it's great that some of my tickets went on sale today. It's truly the devil's day where I invite the general public to Carnegie Hall ( Read more... )

Don't look for me on AIM yet...I'm still powdering my nose. And wondering what the fuck possessed me to register for this madness all over again.

Oh, right...I can't bear to have my thunder stolen. I'm taking it back. Mayhaps temporarily? Time will tell. I have six weeks to figure it out, at least.

This is the last time
That I will show my face
One last tender lie
And then I'm out of this place
So tread it into the carpet
Or hide it under the stairs
Say that some things never die
Well I tried and I tried.Some final words stolen from my touring mates. There really aren't any words to say what I really want to say, or ought to say right now. ( Read more... )

My life Down Under with Stephen is drawing to a close. Two more shows. I'm kind of loving the fact that I'll be here for Valentine's day and I'm doing a show. 2 years ago, I appeared on Letterman, sporting my post-rehab beard, singing "My Funny Valentine" while my heart was broken into tiny pieces. I think I want to sing that song again ( Read more... )