I’m not going anywhere this weekend. Maybe over to Middletown to get some samosas and some Mexican food. There’s a bakery that sells wicked tamales. Their cakes are good too. It’s not health food, but who cares? It tastes good. Maybe today we’ll see Rick our drummer? He texted me yesterday to say that he was “ready”. He’s been “ready” before, but somehow it didn’t translate into “ready to play”. At this point I don’t care. I actually like overdubbing the drums myself later. Update… Rick just texted me and said he can’t make it today and had to “take someone to the city”…I may be wrong, but my translation of this would include “take”, but in a different context by adding “something”.
I’m just as good, if not better on some things. Will the band ever see a live audience? Does it matter anymore with Youtube? People don’t have to leave the house to see what I do. I don’t change it. What you see is what happened then and there. The idea of carrying all that bloody equipment to some dingy old barroom to turn till the bottle was empty, man that whisky would burn.
Sorry, I morphed into a Vince Gill song there for a second. I have nothing to say today, I’m glad the week is over, it’s been annoying and it still is. I’d like my police car back. The same old bullshit is going on in the news. I’m over it.
This clown is a former BBC journalist who keeps writing these hateful anti American articles for the Age. When they talk about “Trump Derangement Syndrome” Nick is the poster boy for it. He just can’t help himself. It’s a sad case indeed.
I feel like I should be recording a new album. In some ways a few of the songs are already recorded. This is how it normally happens. I record a song here and there, and before you know it, there’s a new album ready to print. Oh, it’s so exciting being a very obscure cult figure. I’m not even that. I think I’ve been cancelled, but the fact is I’ve cancelled everyone else.
My faithful readers here all know me well, I’m sure. When/if I finally break through into the mainstream you can say, “I was here from the beginning”. I was here, I am here. I am not going away. I’ll keep writing this fucking journal until the end of time if I have to. They’ll pay attention to me eventually. They’ll rue the day they tried to cancel yours truly. I won’t be silenced! (I’m joking I don’t really give a fuck either way!)
Happy Friday.