July 12th, 2008
For A Friend…
Hey nineteen
Thats ‘retha franklin
She don’t remember
The queen of soul
Its hard times befallen
The sole survivors
She thinks I’m crazy
But I’m just growing old
Hey nineteen
No we got nothing in common
No we cant talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on down
Toto…maybe Kansas wasn’t so bad after all…
July 14th, 2008 at 10:27 pm
Someone recently said to me: "If you play with babies, you’re going to get pissed on eventually"
"Theres no such thing as love, only over-glorified lust" -William Burroughs
"You’re eating a bagel?" -Nineteen
July 15th, 2008 at 9:26 am
I guess Burroughs never loved then. I’m sorry for him. I’ve told you before, you look more the part of an outlaw biker then a gay activist radical who waves giant pink Confederate Flags in front of Love In Action. Resist the temptation to tell him its an organic free range bagel…no antibiotics or growth hormones. There’s a period of adjustment in every relationship.
July 15th, 2008 at 9:30 pm
Now that the sun is raining down hot, I’ve started wearing a bandanna. It also helps out onstage, where I start sweating profusely before even the first chord, it helps keep the sweat out of my eyes somewhat.
But it REALLY makes me look like an outlaw biker!
I need some leather chaps.
It’s a look I can pull off pretty well!
And I love the duality, and even a bit of a mind-f@ck (Or challenging people’s, including Gay people’s) of being this big biker looking dude waving a giant pink flag at pickets and protests!