yep, this is the new blog spot
the place where I can spew
my two cents worth of random
babble out to whoever cares to read it...
and I'm glad that you do
gives me something to do
in the late hours
when all are asleep around here
and I just want to type about
whatever crosses my mind
I hang out in the basement of
my old house most of the time
it was built in 1934
and sits on four acres of thick trees
in the middle of town
four or five blocks
to the post office
that's about the only place I go
besides the wal-mart
and then only in the wee hours
of the morning if I can help it
I dig it down here underground,
and I've even grown used to the
camel crickets that lurk
and have survived a bite
from a brown recluse
I have a studio down here
that I record bands
and my own music
it is my shrine to all things wacky
and random
from where I sit I can see:
a tanya tucker autographed alligator head
a moses bass
a pair of nunchakus (numchucks for the okie)
a dia de las muertos figurine
a knife in the wall
a cane with a sword in it
three rifles
a kick drum
a sombrero
a mr. wrestling two mask
a picture of my grandpa in WW2
where was I ?
see? no order...
who needs it?
cops.
judges.
a friend of mine today
told me he might paint a mural
of me as a two-headed centaur
battling lions
I told him I would trade him
out studio time
I love shit like that
my friend mr. hardy
and I once scored some music
for a dude that has a five tiger act
we call him "tiger dude"
I love THAT...
random
keeps me
from
turning into
something other than I am
I have a low threshold for boredom
and I like the quote
"only a boring person gets bored."
my kids HATE that...
I'm thinking about going to the wal-mart
and buying some turquoise spray paint
and jacking up the studio kitchen with it
thanks for stopping by