Juliegirl -- give it time, mon ami. And trying to have some fun is a GRIMBLE-IFFIC idea!
You'll be better off without what's-his-name-fuckface anyway.
{RM does his Matrix Oracle impersonation} You know this already. You just don't
know that you know it.
agnomenamedgrimblekrumble wrote:OK, up off your knees, Grovelin' Man, I was just having fun wit'cha!
But on to more pertinent things: Jack!
I hafta admiit I am developing a taste for the stuff. Single Barrel, in particular! But I must say that it gets in the way of productivity with me band. My guitarist walks a fine line between divine inspiration, and hellish inebriation during our practice jams. When he's good, he's great, but when he gets too drunk, I wanna do a Roger Daltrey on his Pete Townshend schnozz.
Idealistically speaking, I wish he was great all the time - without Jack's help, but it doesn't look like it'll happen anytime soon. More than once, I've considered quitting the band. Bummer. The musical dream is over. And I was actually starting to get pretty decent at the drums after 20 sumpin' years!
Whaddaya see, Brother, whaddaya say? What is your next move?
"I wanna do a Roger Daltrey on his Pete Townshend schnozz" -- I don't care who you are, that's some funny shit right there, lemme tell ya.
GK, I have no doubt that you're the best goldang drummer on the gIsland. But stick with the band -- great guitar players are mighty hard to find, I reckon. And its not like he's the only good guitar player who drinks or does things more mind-altering.
Jack is verrrry persuasive. There are many people out there who say that they don't like Jack, probably some people reading this in fact. Jack does not care. Jack is Jack, and will always and evermore be Jack. The pride of Lynchburg, Tennessee. Actually its not like I really LIKE it or anything ... its decent easy-drinking every-day American Whiskey. There are lots that are better. But ... they are not Jack.
What is my next move? Still trying to work out my next gig half a world away. Need a break from Pennsylvania (and my fambily, let's be honest), so I'm going to ramble on out to Californication for a couple weeks soon and live out of a tent again. Yosemite Valley in early May -- before the crowds start in mid-May but after the snows have melted up to the rim around 7200 feet -- is one of the bestest and most purtiest pieces of real estate on this great big hunka hunka burnin' rock. I reckon I'll head that way fer a spell and work out these quads of titanium.
As well as the tub of winter fat a ways above them.
Frequent Flyer miles -- alhamdulillah!
What's the latest with that little Brazilian situation you have going on O esteemed Gnome? Hey, inquiring minds wanna know.
RM