I don't really know what to say, other than I am sick and tired of motherfuckers with their wee-wee's out here in my neighborhood. I swear to God and the sweet sainted mother of Alex Chilton, not a week goes by where I don't see some deranged fucker hanging out on Ponce with his wang hanging out. I mean, that shit is so TIRED! It's beginning to look like the Deuce circa 1985 around here, what with the tranny hookers, crackheads, hustlers, bagladies, and fellas with no pants. Hell, I see the little freaks on the bus.

In other news, I've been listening to a lot of Radio Free Texas. You can too, if you check them out at www.radiofreetexas.org . They play some incredible alt-country, plus you should go and request some old friends of mine, The Scott Little Band. In a mere two weeks, their song "Little Bit of Rain" has climbed the request charts to number three. So go help some decent, hard working guys out and request 'em! (Plus, at least one quarter of the band has seen me naked, so they've got something to hold over me...).

There's still an outside chance I may get to the beach this weekend, even though my transmission fell out of the wagon last Friday somewhere on Huff Road...I'll keep you posted..

On a work related note, last Thursday I did the most amazing show. It wasn't amazing because it was so great, but jaw dropping, slobber boning, unpleasant. It was for an international recording artist who brought the most unprofessional, unpleasant, unprepared, and plain mean front of house engineer. I'm always amazed when engineers request the highest end equipment and then don't know how to use it and expect you to babysit them all night. But they usually don't get violent when you refuse and leave them to sink or swim. This fuckstick actually PUT HIS HANDS ON ME. I stood on my tip toes (he was somewhat a midget at 5'7"), put my finger in his face and said "Don't you EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME AGAIN!" then walked out of the venue. Not really sure how I'm gonna deal with this one. I am considering an email to the artist's management company, and copying the email to the local promoter, and I'm also considering posting his name and picture here...not sure what to do. I did debate calling the police and/or backing the truck up and there being no show, but that wouldn't have really accomplished anything and simply would have made my night long..however it would have been really refreshing to see the next morning's headline in the entertainment section of the AJC reading "Bon Jovi's sound engineer arrested for assault at show at Park Tavern"....oh...wait...I think that was my outside voice..there is no excuse for that kind of behavior..

Until next time...