tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8900247328457512612011-07-07T18:29:33.033-07:00mike mcclure blogMike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-8368321356533849652009-08-23T15:42:00.001-07:002009-08-23T15:43:14.324-07:00don't hate me,<div>but I'm moving my blog back</div><div>to myspace...</div><div><br /></div><div>for all it's faults, it serves</div><div>the purpose a little better...</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll leave this up a while though...</div><div><br /></div><div>might turn it into something different.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-836832135653384965?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-28577871242531474702009-08-19T22:36:00.000-07:002009-08-19T22:44:32.727-07:00I've been watching<div>a few shows lately</div><div>that I've enjoyed</div><div><br /></div><div>why not share?</div><div><br /></div><div>what is a blog if not the sharing</div><div>of interesting things?</div><div><br /></div><div>on the left side of my screen </div><div>is 'californication'</div><div>which is a showtime show</div><div>about a smart ass writer</div><div>who is screwing his way through</div><div>one blunder after another....</div><div><br /></div><div>waiting later</div><div>is </div><div>'weeds'</div><div>and thank God that Esteban</div><div>has toned his accent down a hair...</div><div>I was about to bail</div><div><br /></div><div>and then there is the new obsession</div><div>'rescue me'</div><div><br /></div><div>just when I think there will be no more</div><div>shows worth watching...</div><div><br /></div><div>and I admit I entered</div><div>a vague mourning period</div><div>when the sopranos went off</div><div>of the air...</div><div><br /></div><div>and the one and only time</div><div>I've ever thought a journey song</div><div>was appropriate was at the season </div><div>finale...</div><div><br /></div><div>I've lost my point</div><div>I'm watching david duchovany steal</div><div>a dog named cat stevens....</div><div><br /></div><div>o.k.</div><div>back to whatever it is I was doing</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-2857787124253147470?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-31326438258460596582009-08-18T21:48:00.000-07:002009-08-18T21:54:25.234-07:00the streets of ada are safe <div>and quiet...</div><div>at least they were at 10:30 p.m.</div><div>tonight</div><div><br /></div><div>I took the old longboard </div><div>out for a skate through town</div><div>to get a little exercise</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't mind exercise if it feels</div><div>like goofing off</div><div><br /></div><div>skateboarding takes me back to </div><div>that feeling of being a kid on a bike</div><div>and not thinking about anything</div><div>but just looking down at the ground</div><div>and up at the buildings</div><div>and tonight it was the stars</div><div><br /></div><div>I tell ya,</div><div>flying down a hill in the pitch dark</div><div>is a little unnerving </div><div>but I felt </div><div>very much alive </div><div><br /></div><div>now I'm back in the basement</div><div>trying to decide which way to go...</div><div>finish cleaning up the tile job </div><div>I did in the kitchen?</div><div>finish painting the cabinets?</div><div>burn shit?</div><div>shoot shit?</div><div><br /></div><div>it could go a number of ways</div><div><br /></div><div>through the power of facebook </div><div>I've recently come in contact with </div><div>a few old friends from my nashville days</div><div><br /></div><div>there were only a handful of people</div><div>that I ran across that I felt where truly </div><div>in it for the music</div><div><br /></div><div>I was slightly disillusioned by the </div><div>number of people that could care less</div><div>about music and made it their business</div><div>regardless...</div><div><br /></div><div>anyway</div><div><br /></div><div>tonight I toast them...</div><div><br /></div><div>you know who you are</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm getting pretty damn </div><div>close to figuring out </div><div>who I am too...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-3132643825846059658?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-21617910073378104012009-08-18T00:32:00.001-07:002009-08-18T00:34:54.382-07:00been enjoying reading<div>john steinbeck lately</div><div><br /></div><div>started with "tortilla flat"</div><div>liked that and </div><div>got "the pearl"...</div><div><br /></div><div>liked that </div><div>and now I'm about halfway through</div><div>"the winter of our discontent"</div><div><br /></div><div>he cracked me up this evening</div><div>commenting on the way women</div><div>interact with each other</div><div><br /></div><div>woman 1: what have you done with your hair? it </div><div>                  looks like a wig.</div><div>woman2: it is a wig.</div><div>woman 1: well, you could never tell.</div><div><br /></div><div>his books are so full of </div><div>insight on the human condition</div><div>each page</div><div>holds a number of truths</div><div><br /></div><div>I found this quote:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "><span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; ">A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.</span> </span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;">perty wise fella...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-2161791007337810401?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-31835158977294778642009-08-17T14:15:00.001-07:002009-08-17T14:26:42.131-07:00picked up the kids from their <div>first day of school</div><div><br /></div><div>fifth and first grade</div><div><br /></div><div>mass confusion</div><div>kids crying</div><div>teacher confirming things through walkie talkies</div><div><br /></div><div>it was like busting someone</div><div>out of a minimum security prison</div><div><br /></div><div>I was walking down a hallway</div><div>and a lady barked at me </div><div>that I was entering a "restricted area"</div><div><br /></div><div>got to me to thinking about</div><div>my own experiences in the fifth grade</div><div><br /></div><div>we had an "open campus" </div><div>at noon</div><div><br /></div><div>we would cross a busy highway</div><div>to granny stephen's fried chicken</div><div>or head up town to this place</div><div>that sold fish and ice cream</div><div><br /></div><div>what a combo...</div><div><br /></div><div>guess this is turning into</div><div>one of those 'when I was a kid' tales</div><div><br /></div><div>times were different </div><div>I guess</div><div><br /></div><div>underneath a truck tire</div><div>was about the only 'restricted area' </div><div>we had  </div><div><br /></div><div>my youngest did learn a pretty</div><div>cool trick in science today</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SonKw0-NcLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y1ugqv-Rfu8/s1600-h/may.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SonKw0-NcLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Y1ugqv-Rfu8/s320/may.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371046970818130098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>poking pencils through a bag</div><div>filled with water</div><div><br /></div><div>all home safe and sound</div><div>and the quietness of the house</div><div>in the afternoon was not lost on me</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-3183515897729477864?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-43287497922171916992009-08-13T22:09:00.001-07:002009-08-13T22:14:52.493-07:00stillwater, stillwater...<div><br /></div><div>what a great acoustic show</div><div><br /></div><div>some dude came up and told me</div><div>he first saw me play when he was </div><div>six years old</div><div><br /></div><div>that'll make you feel a little bit older</div><div><br /></div><div>my kind of gig,</div><div>just loud enough to be relaxing</div><div>and enough people singing along</div><div>to make me feel alright</div><div><br /></div><div>now it's back to the basement</div><div>for one more night </div><div>of puttering around,</div><div>sniping camel crickets </div><div>(one down by the way..clean shot</div><div>while he was on a dead hop)</div><div><br /></div><div>tomorrow we load up the van</div><div>and tiny tom skinner...</div><div>recently back from the dead</div><div><br /></div><div>and head to one of my favorite</div><div>irish pubs in wichita falls</div><div>the iron horse</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm itchin' to play full tilt boogie</div><div>and sooo thankful tom will be with us</div><div><br /></div><div>after that we head down to </div><div>midland, texas to the hog pit</div><div><br /></div><div>got a fresh battery for my camera</div><div><br /></div><div>got a new pair of shorts</div><div><br /></div><div>got a spring in my step</div><div><br /></div><div>now it's time to clean off </div><div>this amazingly cluttered desk</div><div>and start sorting through </div><div>some left foot sally tracks</div><div><br /></div><div>finishing them up at trent bell's</div><div>place at the end of semptember</div><div><br /></div><div>I've had quite a few days off here</div><div>lately and I'm ready to get back to </div><div>work</div><div><br /></div><div>it's a great thing when you love your job</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-4328749792217191699?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-72958583922123414082009-08-10T23:32:00.000-07:002009-08-10T23:40:45.403-07:00"ever day I work on the illinois river,<div>I get a half a day off with pay..."</div><div><br /></div><div>that line has been stuck in my </div><div>head all day long...</div><div>thanks turnpike troubadours..</div><div><br /></div><div>sitting here listening to some of</div><div>their mixes I got back from hardy</div><div>today</div><div><br /></div><div>it's a really cool album</div><div><br /></div><div>about halfway done on</div><div>the mixing side of things...</div><div>which is easy for me</div><div><br /></div><div>I just sit and wait</div><div>and then listen</div><div><br /></div><div>let's review:</div><div>1. sit</div><div>2. wait</div><div>3. listen</div><div><br /></div><div>my kind of gig</div><div><br /></div><div>and all of the time in between</div><div>I get to spend kicking it </div><div>with the kiddos or watching</div><div>csi somewhere or other with my wife</div><div><br /></div><div>although lately</div><div>I'm starting to become </div><div>obsessed with "cricket sniping"</div><div><br /></div><div>I bought a pellet gun</div><div>down at k. rhynes surplus</div><div>here in ada</div><div><br /></div><div>(if you haven't been you should)</div><div><br /></div><div>it's a one shot pump</div><div><br /></div><div>I just blew one to pieces</div><div>a minute ago</div><div><br /></div><div>nasty little bastards</div><div><br /></div><div>all is quiet here in the basement</div><div>and I really should be recording </div><div>music, but just haven't felt </div><div>the urge</div><div><br /></div><div>I dug out some old tunes</div><div>the other day </div><div>I had recorded here and there</div><div><br /></div><div>but I have trouble going </div><div>back to something</div><div>once I've moved on</div><div><br /></div><div>that 'fresh' factor</div><div>gives me a little bump</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess I could turn on </div><div>the drum machine</div><div>and grab an instrument </div><div>and see what happens</div><div><br /></div><div>something usually does</div><div><br /></div><div>o.k.</div><div>I've sniped long enough</div><div>and I've almost talked myself</div><div>into tinkering...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-7295858392212341408?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-80721102660712694582009-08-09T22:35:00.001-07:002009-08-09T22:41:14.240-07:00it's late...<div>I know...</div><div><br /></div><div>finally got the studio</div><div>cleaned up and quasi-functional</div><div><br /></div><div>still haven't been motivated</div><div>enough to write any new</div><div>songs...</div><div><br /></div><div>figure they will present</div><div>themselves when I got </div><div>something to say</div><div><br /></div><div>and tonight</div><div>I'm just hanging out</div><div><br /></div><div>spent the evening hanging </div><div>with the kiddos</div><div><br /></div><div>baking cookies and playing </div><div>video games...</div><div><br /></div><div>they were trying to teach me</div><div>how to play super mario cart</div><div>on the wii...</div><div><br /></div><div>reminded of me of trying </div><div>to teach my dad how to play</div><div>donkey kong on my colleco vision</div><div>when I was a kid</div><div><br /></div><div>he would jump that monkey</div><div>straight into the lake</div><div>every time...</div><div><br /></div><div>but,</div><div>being a gamer,</div><div>I got the hang of it and smoked</div><div>both of them</div><div><br /></div><div>I like to stick my hand </div><div>directly in front of their face</div><div>when I win</div><div>and say:</div><div>"face! full frontal coverage."</div><div><br /></div><div>we talk a lot of shit </div><div>here in this little clan o' mine</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been veggin' all day</div><div>and stockpiling envelopes</div><div>to hit the post office with </div><div>in the afternoon tomorrow</div><div><br /></div><div>onions for all</div><div>and for all</div><div>a good night</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-8072110266071269458?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-65017525861045397752009-08-08T23:47:00.000-07:002009-08-08T23:54:16.354-07:00dusted off that treadmill<div>that was purchased about a year ago</div><div>and used </div><div>maybe...twice</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm going to make a permanent place</div><div>for it</div><div><br /></div><div>I've found if you have to work </div><div>to get your work out place ready</div><div>then it gives you just one more excuse</div><div>in an already flimsy world</div><div><br /></div><div>I go in cycles all of the time</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll eat healthy and then move</div><div>around a bit, ride a skateboard...</div><div><br /></div><div>then</div><div><br /></div><div>out of the blue...</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll start eating everything in sight</div><div>and laying on the couch</div><div>and getting into t.v. shows </div><div>that are terrible but they promote</div><div>laying on the couch...</div><div><br /></div><div>I've got my computer hooked up </div><div>to a couple of klipsch speakers</div><div>because I blew one of my monitors...</div><div><br /></div><div>they are off to the right of me </div><div>and it's kind of weirding me out</div><div><br /></div><div>they are sitting in the spot</div><div>where the treadmill is going to go</div><div><br /></div><div>I am procrastination </div><div>in progress</div><div>fully documented</div><div><br /></div><div>I am also sitting here feeling very thankful</div><div>that my friend tom is going to be o.k.</div><div><br /></div><div>that thought alone</div><div>has made me smile more than </div><div>I have in a long while</div><div><br /></div><div>we take the best for granted sometimes...</div><div><br /></div><div>and to repeat the words of bob childers</div><div>on my voice message when my daughter </div><div>was in the hospital with a tumor....</div><div><br /></div><div>"miracles happen every day."</div><div><br /></div><div>click</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-6501752586104539775?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-38648944957811004202009-08-08T01:47:00.001-07:002009-08-08T01:54:02.281-07:00not really in the mood for sleep<div><br /></div><div>I slept half of the trip home</div><div>as my road dogging wife </div><div>wo-manned the wheel</div><div><br /></div><div>sitting here listening to </div><div>the shut down town cd</div><div><br /></div><div>spent about two hours </div><div>convinced that the reason </div><div>one of the speakers wasn't working</div><div>was because of my "big knob" </div><div>(the part that tells everything where to go)</div><div><br /></div><div>after that two hours passed</div><div>I reached back and wiggled </div><div>a connector and they both popped on</div><div><br /></div><div>I haven't changed a whole lot </div><div>come to figure</div><div><br /></div><div>I've still got a drawer full of flat-heads</div><div>when I'm trying to find a phillips</div><div><br /></div><div>but I'm back in the "stereo" business</div><div><br /></div><div>and I've fried another monitor </div><div>due to excessive volume</div><div><br /></div><div>my wife's quote:</div><div><br /></div><div>"well, if you didn't play that damn</div><div>age of empires game cranked up</div><div>that wouldn't happen."</div><div><br /></div><div>see?</div><div>that's why I can't have nice things</div><div><br /></div><div>the squirrels and I </div><div><br /></div><div>I've cleared a hole </div><div>out of the middle of my space</div><div>and I'm about to start swinging outwards</div><div>into wherever </div><div><br /></div><div>some of you </div><div>oughta duck</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-3864894495781100420?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-90083978749925657452009-08-07T18:42:00.000-07:002009-08-07T18:46:51.800-07:00got the basement roaring with <div>life once again</div><div><br /></div><div>big fan whirring behind me,</div><div>printer going full steam ahead,</div><div>shoving cd's into packets...</div><div>tracking down addresses</div><div><br /></div><div>sending files down to houston</div><div><br /></div><div>trying to burrow my way</div><div>down to a clean spot on the desk</div><div><br /></div><div>just a minute ago</div><div>a scene from yesterday popped</div><div>into my head</div><div><br /></div><div>my wife and I were standing on</div><div>guadalupe street in austin</div><div><br /></div><div>we had just crossed the street</div><div>from the cactus cafe</div><div>over to our car</div><div><br /></div><div>I could hear this guy coming</div><div>before I saw him</div><div><br /></div><div>he was on a bicycle </div><div>and was shouting at the top of his</div><div>lungs:</div><div>"this is the end of everything!</div><div>this is the end of everything!"</div><div><br /></div><div>full blown schizo style...</div><div><br /></div><div>everyone one the sidewalk </div><div>stopped and watched the </div><div>madman as he pedaled by us</div><div>proclaiming immenent doom</div><div><br /></div><div>"this is the end of everything!"</div><div><br /></div><div>someone has thought that </div><div>very thing since day one...</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-9008397874992565745?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-20829075158656552672009-08-07T14:24:00.000-07:002009-08-07T14:30:31.322-07:00it's been a crazy few days...<div><br /></div><div>skinner had a heart-attack</div><div>while I was out on my acoustic run</div><div>and had to be shocked back to life</div><div>twice....</div><div><br /></div><div>but, you can't keep a good man </div><div>down and he's already wanting to </div><div>get out of bed and do something</div><div><br /></div><div>that really scared me...</div><div>I love Tom so much</div><div><br /></div><div>he's been a teacher and friend</div><div>to a ton of us musicians</div><div>and taught me more about playing than anyone</div><div><br /></div><div>but it looks like he's doing fine</div><div><br /></div><div>blew a smoke ring in dealer death's face</div><div>and came back to jam a little longer</div><div><br /></div><div>the wife and I had good time</div><div>running up and down the highway</div><div>together over the last few days</div><div>playing acoustic gigs along the way</div><div>and eating way too much...</div><div><br /></div><div>sometimes it's necessary for </div><div>husband and wife to hang out </div><div>without the kiddos every once in </div><div>awhile...</div><div><br /></div><div>to get to know each other again...</div><div><br /></div><div>and yep,</div><div>after 13 years together</div><div><br /></div><div>I still dig her.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-2082907515865655267?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-76952587110860678632009-08-03T15:01:00.000-07:002009-08-03T15:06:06.393-07:00"wake up, there is a man needing help<div>unloading his truck."</div><div><br /></div><div>that's what I was awaken by this </div><div>morning...or afternoon rather</div><div><br /></div><div>we have a sponsorship with budlight</div><div>and they made us some super sweet,</div><div>super huge MMB neon signs </div><div>to hang wherever we see fit...</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SndemN21bGI/AAAAAAAAADo/yAypdtwU8es/s1600-h/bud+light.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SndemN21bGI/AAAAAAAAADo/yAypdtwU8es/s320/bud+light.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365861491682929762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>these things are about four feet tall</div><div>and quite possibly</div><div>bullet proof</div><div><br /></div><div>loading up the wagon</div><div>tomorrow and heading down </div><div>to ft. worth to play at the</div><div>eagles next...</div><div><br /></div><div>a song swap with joey green</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-7695258711086067863?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-45842232242067355372009-08-01T14:24:00.000-07:002009-08-01T14:32:57.333-07:00well, it took some doing <div>to get to poplar, bluff</div><div><br /></div><div>pulled over by the highway patrol</div><div>and questioned about an altercation</div><div>on the highway...</div><div><br /></div><div>apparently we moved over into someone</div><div>else's lane and they felt obliged to </div><div>call the police on is...</div><div><br /></div><div>we were questioned and then let go</div><div><br /></div><div>the car that called it in was sitting behind</div><div>us with a 'jesus' license plate on the</div><div>front of his car</div><div><br /></div><div>now I ask, "is this what jesus would do?"</div><div><br /></div><div>there was some confusion about </div><div>the p.a. at the club and we basically had to build </div><div>one from scratch...</div><div><br /></div><div>halfway through I was thinking, there</div><div>is no way this will work...</div><div><br /></div><div>but work it did and the show </div><div>came off without a hitch</div><div><br /></div><div>later in the night I heard a meowing at </div><div>my hotel door and opened it </div><div>and let a little cat in...</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SnSzup4ZR2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YaKOLBSFcuc/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SnSzup4ZR2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YaKOLBSFcuc/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365110670202849122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>he would not stay off of my laptop</div><div>but kept cracking me up anyway...</div><div>so I let him stay the night with us</div><div><br /></div><div>he finally conked out on the floor</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SnS0JBT0ryI/AAAAAAAAADg/q5GM6EogE3A/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SnS0JBT0ryI/AAAAAAAAADg/q5GM6EogE3A/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365111123168505634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>tonight we return to the outland ballroom</div><div>in springfield, missouri</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-4584223224206735537?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-36040189425079141572009-07-31T19:09:00.000-07:002009-07-31T19:10:01.294-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SnOj7BWWg6I/AAAAAAAAADA/rtt2MWMYFP0/s1600-h/oh+my....jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SnOj7BWWg6I/AAAAAAAAADA/rtt2MWMYFP0/s320/oh+my....jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364811815498187682" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-3604018942507914157?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-47751658082536242502009-07-31T19:07:00.001-07:002009-07-31T19:08:05.620-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SnOjfOnHYpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TbgpZRe2GRA/s1600-h/oh+no.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SnOjfOnHYpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TbgpZRe2GRA/s320/oh+no.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364811338021823122" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-4775165808253624250?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-20848446775402448142009-07-31T19:05:00.001-07:002009-07-31T19:05:57.940-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SnOi-lo4sgI/AAAAAAAAACw/CZPa_an4KwU/s1600-h/cables.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SnOi-lo4sgI/AAAAAAAAACw/CZPa_an4KwU/s320/cables.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364810777267581442" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-2084844677540244814?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-73134807951768892302009-07-30T23:14:00.000-07:002009-07-30T23:24:18.558-07:00I slept in the van from<div>tulsa to joplin, mo</div><div><br /></div><div>the shortest distance between</div><div>two towns</div><div>is unconscious</div><div>in the seat laying down</div><div><br /></div><div>woke up in the parking lot</div><div>of a motel six</div><div><br /></div><div>'it's all part...of my rock and roll fantasy'</div><div><br /></div><div>rolling on into poplar bluff </div><div>tomorrow</div><div><br /></div><div>sooner or later I'm going to </div><div>HAVE to start learning some </div><div>of the new songs off of 'onion'</div><div><br /></div><div>some people just can't believe</div><div>that I don't know some of the songs</div><div>I've written and recorded</div><div><br /></div><div>it's a strange process</div><div><br /></div><div>usually I write one and then </div><div>very soon I record a basic rough</div><div>of the song</div><div><br /></div><div>then I send it down to mr. hardy</div><div>in houston town and he adds instruments</div><div>to it...and programs a drum beat</div><div><br /></div><div>by the time it's all said and done</div><div>I haven't played the song in over </div><div>three or four months...</div><div><br /></div><div>I still don't know a bunch of my songs</div><div><br /></div><div>slacker?</div><div><br /></div><div>perhaps.</div><div><br /></div><div>put the last touches on the turnpike troubadour</div><div>record this week...joe is mixing it </div><div>and I'm anxious to hear how it will turn out</div><div><br /></div><div>I really love their songs</div><div><br /></div><div>there is also a cd joe and I did together</div><div>for shut down town </div><div>that is coming out in the next week or so</div><div>called 'flush'</div><div><br /></div><div>very proud of that one too...</div><div><br /></div><div>yes, yes</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-7313480795176889230?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-66558973001737896342009-07-30T15:05:00.000-07:002009-07-30T15:11:01.362-07:00leaving the basement in a few<div>and start heading toward poplar bluff, mo</div><div><br /></div><div>playing at a place called scooter's two</div><div><br /></div><div>any time a word ends with the ooo sound</div><div>I can help but want to add </div><div>electric boogaloo to the end of it</div><div><br /></div><div>check it out:</div><div>scooter's two: electric boogaloo</div><div><br /></div><div>I always picture the colon</div><div>there in my mind </div><div><br /></div><div>if you didn't ever see </div><div>the bad ass break dancing movie</div><div>in the 80's then you may not be</div><div>down with "electric boogaloo"</div><div><br /></div><div>your loss...</div><div><br /></div><div>I've blown out one of my monitors</div><div>again in the studio</div><div>so I'm listening to everything </div><div>on headphones until I can figure</div><div>out how to fix the damn thing</div><div><br /></div><div>two trips to radio shack</div><div>for fuses...slow blow fuses</div><div><br /></div><div>something else is hosed</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm listening to boston's</div><div>"don't look back"</div><div><br /></div><div>I just turned and looked</div><div>behind me</div><div><br /></div><div>blast off time</div><div>t minues 51 minutes</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-6655897300173789634?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-2269275849576034462009-07-30T11:42:00.001-07:002009-07-30T11:44:01.520-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SnHpzU_71GI/AAAAAAAAACo/VZYsID3FAMA/s1600-h/feng+shui.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H64redNtwwk/SnHpzU_71GI/AAAAAAAAACo/VZYsID3FAMA/s320/feng+shui.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364325699194442850" /></a>I think this is going to bring it around...<div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-226927584957603446?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890024732845751261.post-4653639205788240112009-07-29T22:13:00.000-07:002009-07-29T22:25:53.512-07:00hello...<div><br /></div><div>yep, this is the new blog spot</div><div><br /></div><div>the place where I can spew</div><div>my two cents worth of random</div><div>babble out to whoever cares to read it...</div><div><br /></div><div>and I'm glad that you do</div><div><br /></div><div>gives me something to do</div><div>in the late hours</div><div>when all are asleep around here</div><div>and I just want to type about </div><div>whatever crosses my mind</div><div><br /></div><div>I hang out in the basement of </div><div>my old house most of the time</div><div><br /></div><div>it was built in 1934</div><div>and sits on four acres of thick trees</div><div>in the middle of town</div><div><br /></div><div>four or five blocks</div><div>to the post office</div><div><br /></div><div>that's about the only place I go</div><div>besides the wal-mart</div><div>and then only in the wee hours </div><div>of the morning if I can help it</div><div><br /></div><div>I dig it down here underground,</div><div>and I've even grown used to the </div><div>camel crickets that lurk</div><div>and have survived a bite </div><div>from a brown recluse</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a studio down here</div><div>that I record bands</div><div>and my own music</div><div><br /></div><div>it is my shrine to all things wacky</div><div>and random</div><div><br /></div><div>from where I sit I can see:</div><div><br /></div><div>a tanya tucker autographed alligator head</div><div><br /></div><div>a moses bass</div><div><br /></div><div>a pair of nunchakus (numchucks for the okie)</div><div><br /></div><div>a dia de las muertos figurine</div><div><br /></div><div>a knife in the wall</div><div><br /></div><div>a cane with a sword in it</div><div><br /></div><div>three rifles</div><div><br /></div><div>a kick drum</div><div><br /></div><div>a sombrero</div><div><br /></div><div>a mr. wrestling two mask</div><div><br /></div><div>a picture of my grandpa in WW2</div><div><br /></div><div>where was I ?</div><div><br /></div><div>see? no order...</div><div><br /></div><div>who needs it?</div><div><br /></div><div>cops.</div><div><br /></div><div>judges.</div><div><br /></div><div>a friend of mine today</div><div>told me he might paint a mural </div><div>of me as a two-headed centaur</div><div>battling lions</div><div><br /></div><div>I told him I would trade him </div><div>out studio time</div><div><br /></div><div>I love shit like that</div><div><br /></div><div>my friend mr. hardy </div><div>and I once scored some music</div><div>for a dude that has a five tiger act</div><div><br /></div><div>we call him "tiger dude"</div><div><br /></div><div>I love THAT...</div><div><br /></div><div>random </div><div>keeps me</div><div>from </div><div>turning into</div><div>something other than I am</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a low threshold for boredom</div><div>and I like the quote</div><div>"only a boring person gets bored."</div><div><br /></div><div>my kids HATE that...</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm thinking about going to the wal-mart</div><div>and buying some turquoise spray paint</div><div>and jacking up the studio kitchen with it</div><div><br /></div><div>thanks for stopping by</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890024732845751261-465363920578824011?l=mikemcclureblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mike McClure Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11296288812731444192noreply@blogger.com