full frontal coverage

it's late...

I know...

finally got the studio

cleaned up and quasi-functional

still haven't been motivated

enough to write any new

songs...

figure they will present

themselves when I got 

something to say

and tonight

I'm just hanging out

spent the evening hanging 

with the kiddos

baking cookies and playing 

video games...

they were trying to teach me

how to play super mario cart

on the wii...

reminded of me of trying 

to teach my dad how to play

donkey kong on my colleco vision

when I was a kid

he would jump that monkey

straight into the lake

every time...

but,

being a gamer,

I got the hang of it and smoked

both of them

I like to stick my hand 

directly in front of their face

when I win

and say:

"face! full frontal coverage."

we talk a lot of shit 

here in this little clan o' mine

I've been veggin' all day

and stockpiling envelopes

to hit the post office with 

in the afternoon tomorrow

onions for all

and for all

a good night

click

dusted off that treadmill

that was purchased about a year ago

and used 

maybe...twice

I'm going to make a permanent place

for it

I've found if you have to work 

to get your work out place ready

then it gives you just one more excuse

in an already flimsy world

I go in cycles all of the time

I'll eat healthy and then move

around a bit, ride a skateboard...

then

out of the blue...

I'll start eating everything in sight

and laying on the couch

and getting into t.v. shows 

that are terrible but they promote

laying on the couch...

I've got my computer hooked up 

to a couple of klipsch speakers

because I blew one of my monitors...

they are off to the right of me 

and it's kind of weirding me out

they are sitting in the spot

where the treadmill is going to go

I am procrastination 

in progress

fully documented

I am also sitting here feeling very thankful

that my friend tom is going to be o.k.

that thought alone

has made me smile more than 

I have in a long while

we take the best for granted sometimes...

and to repeat the words of bob childers

on my voice message when my daughter 

was in the hospital with a tumor....

"miracles happen every day."

click

duck

not really in the mood for sleep

I slept half of the trip home

as my road dogging wife 

wo-manned the wheel

sitting here listening to 

the shut down town cd

spent about two hours 

convinced that the reason 

one of the speakers wasn't working

was because of my "big knob" 

(the part that tells everything where to go)

after that two hours passed

I reached back and wiggled 

a connector and they both popped on

I haven't changed a whole lot 

come to figure

I've still got a drawer full of flat-heads

when I'm trying to find a phillips

but I'm back in the "stereo" business

and I've fried another monitor 

due to excessive volume

my wife's quote:

"well, if you didn't play that damn

age of empires game cranked up

that wouldn't happen."

see?

that's why I can't have nice things

the squirrels and I 

I've cleared a hole 

out of the middle of my space

and I'm about to start swinging outwards

into wherever 

some of you 

oughta duck

the end of everything

got the basement roaring with 

life once again

big fan whirring behind me,

printer going full steam ahead,

shoving cd's into packets...

tracking down addresses

sending files down to houston

trying to burrow my way

down to a clean spot on the desk

just a minute ago

a scene from yesterday popped

into my head

my wife and I were standing on

guadalupe street in austin

we had just crossed the street

from the cactus cafe

over to our car

I could hear this guy coming

before I saw him

he was on a bicycle 

and was shouting at the top of his

lungs:

"this is the end of everything!

this is the end of everything!"

full blown schizo style...

everyone one the sidewalk 

stopped and watched the 

madman as he pedaled by us

proclaiming immenent doom

"this is the end of everything!"

someone has thought that 

very thing since day one...

home again

it's been a crazy few days...

skinner had a heart-attack

while I was out on my acoustic run

and had to be shocked back to life

twice....

but, you can't keep a good man 

down and he's already wanting to 

get out of bed and do something

that really scared me...

I love Tom so much

he's been a teacher and friend

to a ton of us musicians

and taught me more about playing than anyone

but it looks like he's doing fine

blew a smoke ring in dealer death's face

and came back to jam a little longer

the wife and I had good time

running up and down the highway

together over the last few days

playing acoustic gigs along the way

and eating way too much...

sometimes it's necessary for 

husband and wife to hang out 

without the kiddos every once in 

awhile...

to get to know each other again...

and yep,

after 13 years together

I still dig her.

wake up

"wake up, there is a man needing help

unloading his truck."

that's what I was awaken by this 

morning...or afternoon rather

we have a sponsorship with budlight

and they made us some super sweet,

super huge MMB neon signs 

to hang wherever we see fit...

these things are about four feet tall

and quite possibly

bullet proof

loading up the wagon

tomorrow and heading down 

to ft. worth to play at the

eagles next...

a song swap with joey green

if the cat's are a knocking

well, it took some doing 

to get to poplar, bluff

pulled over by the highway patrol

and questioned about an altercation

on the highway...

apparently we moved over into someone

else's lane and they felt obliged to 

call the police on is...

we were questioned and then let go

the car that called it in was sitting behind

us with a 'jesus' license plate on the

front of his car

now I ask, "is this what jesus would do?"

there was some confusion about 

the p.a. at the club and we basically had to build 

one from scratch...

halfway through I was thinking, there

is no way this will work...

but work it did and the show 

came off without a hitch

later in the night I heard a meowing at 

my hotel door and opened it 

and let a little cat in...

he would not stay off of my laptop

but kept cracking me up anyway...

so I let him stay the night with us

he finally conked out on the floor

tonight we return to the outland ballroom

in springfield, missouri