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Nov242006

At home decompressing

You must accept where you are to decide where you want to be and how you want to go about getting there. In the journey of life, along with the journey of touring, you don’t always get the prestigious hotels & fun cities to have a day off in. Sometimes you are deep in the south where dial up is the only way to get on line. Where walking on towels in your hotel room is the only way to manage sleeping in a gross hotel. But mostly, it is what it is. What matters most is keeping perspective on what’s important long term rather than seeking immediate gratification. We must sacrifice today for the sake of tomorrow and should that mean another night of prime rib in catering, that in the long run means I can stay home – then, hand me the carving knife. And with that, I can accept & move on….. of course, with a little assistance from a hidden bottle of red wine in my suitcase.

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Nov232006

Lost in Thought.....

My life is a breeding ground for stories & quirky characters. I have a live soundtrack performed nightly by the band I work for, with stunning backdrops in exotic places, so naturally, I am compelled to write.

So much has happened since the last entry. Absurd new stories that beg to be shared & will soon be told. The end of a big rock tour with crazy musicians I will miss dearly, drunk midgets dressed as Kiss, unjustly felt up by a has been wanna be guitarist (just to clarify, one I have never worked for, nor would ever!) New projects on the horizon & excited with what the future holds. Loads to digest and assimilate into cohesive thoughts, I’m not sure where to begin. I am now home, off the road – so for the next few days, I will be in a daze………… stories to follow. Happy Gobble. x

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Nov82006

On the Road

Clips of road life flash before my eyes, enhancing the song, drawing everyone into the back story of road life with a band & their crew. Band photos of years past, photos just taken hours prior to the show, flash on the video screen that displays the band, effects & lights in all their glory. I am standing in the audience, finally taking a moment to witness the show I actually work for. Its quite sad, it can take up to two months for me to actually step out of my office backstage to see & hear the band I work for. Its something I rarely ever do. When I do, its liberating. Its breathtaking actually. To hear the audience…. to feel the electric excitement in the air. To watch the boys, whom I see usually half dressed backstage – glued to their apples & blackberries – emerge and become larger than life. Briefly, I stand in the crowd and I am one with the audience. Thankfully, I have the pass that can take me back to my world, backstage, back to where I belong.

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Nov32006

Lost in Thought.....

Yes, fried oreos…. I am in Columbia, SC today – what else is South Carolina known for?

By the way, here are your “pick 3″ lottery numbers for the week: 501 , 205 , 803, 404, 309. While some remain in one area code, I average 5 new area codes weekly…………………………… dare I say catch her if you can? xxx

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Nov22006

On the Road

Yes, it was a good night. Dined at a fantastic steakhouse with a few band & crew members. Conversation was lively, the wine was flowing & it was the first night of this entire 3 month tour I debut outside of the confines of my hotel room. Next thing I know, its midnight so I make my way home to the hotel. Once in my room I fall straight into bed after setting 4 wake up calls that will disorient me 5 hours from now. Off to sleepy land I go, and then I hear Pac Man. Yes, I have a gay ring tone, its the theme music from the arcade game. Its 12:53 am – bloody hell, who’s calling!? The next gig is calling….a tour manager who is about to hire me for the next gig after the tour I am currently on. So, here I am nude under the sheets, entering a wine induced coma only to discover I must quickly sober myself and discuss money & future responsibilities. 15 minute conversation later and I lay in disbelief. I just cut myself a lovely deal, secured the next gig while au natural in the middle of the night. Yes, its my reality – but it certainly is surreal.

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