Y'know, it's hard to find a really good pair of shoes...

Howdy hey. Played some guitar tonight, i did. Felt like a hot hot bath after a freezin' day. Didn't wanna get out. I mention this because, well, though i shouldn't admit it on my music website, i haven't made hardly any music at all in the past coupla months! And i went the longest without playing AT ALL that i believe i've ever gone since gettin' that Sekova Les Paul copy back in 8th grade. (Dragged that electric beast to my catholic grade school and the girls got all giggly and i was hooked like a fish...). Yeah, i went over a month without so much as a G chord. Was all busy and preoccupied with stuff (who's not)...then went down to Peru for some strange adventure (seems they don't hate us there. Yet.) Drank the pisco. Ate the camarones. And alpaca. Not the cuy (guinea pig). Stumbled around the Andes. But never did i hold a gee-tar. Came North with a bold new outlook on life. It lasted 3 days. And then, the great upheaval we all experience- one of them worst of/best of kinda things- i moved! Actually still livin' outta them boxes in the basement...

So, i started wonderin' if my fingertip callouses had worn off yet...well, they HAD NOT. And i must say, once i got the chance to beat on the 'ol Gibson, it was damn entertaining. I imagine, though i've never tried it, it's not unlike going for a few days without a beer, then having one. Ohhhh so rewarding indeed...

And now i'm itchin' to play- let some of them poor neglected songs out, the ones that've been rollin' around in my head for too long, takin' up space. And there aint much space to spare, y'know?
Besides that- just doin' the thang playin' with dick smith. We hooked up last night -also for the first time in a couple months- and made a hellish racket 'til the wee hours. Good hellish. The fellers are a bad influence, and i paid for it today. But it was worth it. Again. Oh have mercy on my new neighbors...

Hey thanks for droppin' by. Please come back- music will happen. Keep abreast, eh?
I oughta go unpack a box, as i'm missin' lots o' stuff- my razor, my Tom Waits "Real Gone" cd, some marinated artichoke hearts, guitar tuner, phone bill...or i should send Cecilia in Peru an email in bad espanol...but i reckon i may just go beat on Gibson...

Enjoy yourself, help someone who needs help. Adios.

-d.r.