Sunday, February 22, 2009

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care

I know I have been heavy on the music and light on the writing lately.

Here's a couple minutes of genius:

I don't care how high you fly, or where you cry.

I haven't written much because I have been overwhelmed. I have been overhwelmed by life... and that doesn't usually happen.

Generally, four-leaf clovers shoot out of my ass, but lately, well, lately, it hasn't been so good.

Mostly, I have been wondering just what the heck is wrong with Robert Plant, and why he would rather sit his fat ass on a stool and sing bullshit bluegrass than play THIS somewhere within a thousand miles of where I live for ... what? $ 300 a ticket? $ 500?

Seriously. Is it too much to ask?

It's a recession, and you want to make music for dirty hippies?

Get off your grammy-winning ass and make some freaking rock and roll for the people.

All you hippies make me sick. Pay your bills. Get a job. Try to keep your companies solvent. Pull your weight, because I don't want to pay for your social security. I don't want to mop up your mess. I don't want to change your diapers, and I don't want to feed you applesauce.



If I wanted to listen to a banjo, I'd put on some Kermit the Flipping Frog.

Am I asking too much for a little double-necked rock and roll???

I know I have "Who-ed" you out, but I can't stop laughing at Keith Moon:


I got a Gibson, without a case

Pete Townshend meant a lot to me, growing up.

In my bedroom, listening to this song on headphones...

Loneliness starts sinking in.

I'm so nervous, I just sit and smile.

^^Check that out.

Not that msny people read this anymore...

But those of you who do, be advised.

You will not regret watching the video directly above.

If you watch it, and say, "Damn. That's three minutes and twenty threre seconds of my life I wish I had back," well...


There's something wrong with you and I don't want you coming by here and reading these musings.

There is something wrong with you.

Go away.

I don't care how much I pay.

People forget. People forget. Forget they're hiding.

People forget.