so i've been doing alot of surfing around and have made contact recently with several old buddies from my past. mostly on MySpace. now i think that MySpace is mostly for kids, but i've been having fun there lately. it's a great way to keep up on what Sondawgs up to also. 
one of my old pals has a show in LA on KNAC.com. and today he has 0 from SlipKnot as a special guest. he's a big time metal head and also works for Glen Danzig from the Misfits. another pal from my past is drumming for Social Distortion and we plan on hooking up when they hit Chicago in a couple weeks. bernardshakey hipped me to this site called Culture Bully recently and i found another guy i used to play with there, he writes/blogs for that site and a bunch of others and is doing great playing music in NYC. theres a bunch of old pals out there and i'm having fun tracking em down. i disappeared from my little scene and left a bunch of friends wondering WTF i'm sure...or maybe not? i've been stuck thinking about the old days alot lately. maybe this will kill that.
and now a short story about duf, if you've seen this already...oh well, its kinda for me to read and i'm an old man who likes to talk about himself. so whatever. it was way back in 1994, 95, 96,or 97 i dunno...a long time ago.
i was touring in a band called Cement with the first singer from Faith No More, he also did a stint with The Bad Brains. we were doing really well and things were looking good. lots of touring, our 2nd record was starting to move and we were starting to get bigger and better shows. we were the opening band playing inside while you were in the parking lot finishing your whatever. anyway, we were in Florida and the bass player (its always the bass player that fucks everything up) fell asleep while driving and rolled our van twice. Chuck the singer had his back broken. these truck driver guys pulled us out just in time to see a semi running over my drums and other bits and pieces of our gear. i never quite got over that, i'd been struggling with LA, the music scene, dumb jobs...the usual stuff, but mostly the smack. i was clean and trying really hard to stay that way. i went back to Cali and started to party hard. quitting and starting, quitting and starting, starting to quit to start to...that got me up to 13 rehabs and lots of other exciting junkie experiences.
Smash and i got clean and the 3 of us moved here to the middle of nowhere Illinois,where i lived as a kid. i inherited part of my grandfathers farm and it was a good way to start over. then old Chuck calls me up and wants to get the band going again. he lives in Cleveland now, so i'm flying back and forth to Cleveland and NYC and thinking i'm a rock star again.
then 9/11 happens. and thats it...i'm done. i give up. fuck it.
now i'm Poppy to 3 kiddies and the Smash is still by my side. i love her long time. i really miss playing out and the old days, old friends...all that stuff, especially when i go see em at shows. but after writing this, i don't miss it all that much. so the other day i was all feeling sorry for myself and really wanted to party old style. but I KNOW THATS PRETTY FUCKIN STUPID. anyway, i'm over those evil thoughts now...thank gawd. talk about some weak ass thinking though... what a pussy i am. whats wrong with me? i must step up.
Sondawg is taking off with his music and i'm making it my mission to help him all i can. Another East coast bud (MySpace again) has a small record label and said he would be happy to put them on one of their compilation records. i got some studio time booked for them (MySpace strikes again)and i'm trying to line them up some shows. i think they need to jump in. some chicago pals are into putting em on the bill of some of their all ages shows. that should definately be fun for them and me. both of the girls are showing alot of interest in music and art as well. so i'm just trying to figure it all out. its fun i guess, but sometimes this straight guy life is soooooooo fucking boring...gawd.
too much coffee. :oooaaa
one of my old pals has a show in LA on KNAC.com. and today he has 0 from SlipKnot as a special guest. he's a big time metal head and also works for Glen Danzig from the Misfits. another pal from my past is drumming for Social Distortion and we plan on hooking up when they hit Chicago in a couple weeks. bernardshakey hipped me to this site called Culture Bully recently and i found another guy i used to play with there, he writes/blogs for that site and a bunch of others and is doing great playing music in NYC. theres a bunch of old pals out there and i'm having fun tracking em down. i disappeared from my little scene and left a bunch of friends wondering WTF i'm sure...or maybe not? i've been stuck thinking about the old days alot lately. maybe this will kill that.and now a short story about duf, if you've seen this already...oh well, its kinda for me to read and i'm an old man who likes to talk about himself. so whatever. it was way back in 1994, 95, 96,or 97 i dunno...a long time ago.
i was touring in a band called Cement with the first singer from Faith No More, he also did a stint with The Bad Brains. we were doing really well and things were looking good. lots of touring, our 2nd record was starting to move and we were starting to get bigger and better shows. we were the opening band playing inside while you were in the parking lot finishing your whatever. anyway, we were in Florida and the bass player (its always the bass player that fucks everything up) fell asleep while driving and rolled our van twice. Chuck the singer had his back broken. these truck driver guys pulled us out just in time to see a semi running over my drums and other bits and pieces of our gear. i never quite got over that, i'd been struggling with LA, the music scene, dumb jobs...the usual stuff, but mostly the smack. i was clean and trying really hard to stay that way. i went back to Cali and started to party hard. quitting and starting, quitting and starting, starting to quit to start to...that got me up to 13 rehabs and lots of other exciting junkie experiences.
Smash and i got clean and the 3 of us moved here to the middle of nowhere Illinois,where i lived as a kid. i inherited part of my grandfathers farm and it was a good way to start over. then old Chuck calls me up and wants to get the band going again. he lives in Cleveland now, so i'm flying back and forth to Cleveland and NYC and thinking i'm a rock star again.
then 9/11 happens. and thats it...i'm done. i give up. fuck it.now i'm Poppy to 3 kiddies and the Smash is still by my side. i love her long time. i really miss playing out and the old days, old friends...all that stuff, especially when i go see em at shows. but after writing this, i don't miss it all that much. so the other day i was all feeling sorry for myself and really wanted to party old style. but I KNOW THATS PRETTY FUCKIN STUPID. anyway, i'm over those evil thoughts now...thank gawd. talk about some weak ass thinking though... what a pussy i am. whats wrong with me? i must step up.
Sondawg is taking off with his music and i'm making it my mission to help him all i can. Another East coast bud (MySpace again) has a small record label and said he would be happy to put them on one of their compilation records. i got some studio time booked for them (MySpace strikes again)and i'm trying to line them up some shows. i think they need to jump in. some chicago pals are into putting em on the bill of some of their all ages shows. that should definately be fun for them and me. both of the girls are showing alot of interest in music and art as well. so i'm just trying to figure it all out. its fun i guess, but sometimes this straight guy life is soooooooo fucking boring...gawd.
too much coffee. :oooaaa
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The bar-tour scene has always taken it's toll.
(as in your damn-lucky to still be on the right side of the grass)
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