Started lifting weights today for the first time since the stroke.. Would someone like to tell me who the sideways-penis-fart is that made each pound weigh more than it used to.. Fu*king sh*tbiscuit... So March it is.. Two SOiL shows have been booked in March, so we shall see if my brain can pull this sh*t off post-stroke.. Im completely torn on the prep work for these dates.. I never rehearsed before shows before.. Hell fire and pixie sticks,.. The London show that is on the live DVD Re•LIVE•ing The Scars was done after more than eight years apart and one full rehearsal before it.. AND WE DIDNT EVEN GET THROUGH ALL OF THE SONGS AT THE REHEARSAL.. Thank you Jäger-bombs.. What Im wishy-washy on is opening my sh*t up and putting that kind of pressure on my head jelly.. Lets face it, if youve seen me live then you are aware that its not like Im telling nursery rhymes up on that stage.. Im yelling,.. pushing,.. A song in and Im a sweaty fu*king mess.. Its like child birth minus the stretched peepee hole and the kill-me-now pain.. I sweat more than Meatloaf up there.. Not the food, the singer.. If your (food) meatloaf sweats then you may be adding some sh*t that shouldnt be in there.. Anyway, if I get into it and end up in a L.A. Convention for musicians (no,.. That is hell to me) I sure as Fern Gully am not going to be happy that I go out in some dank rehearsal room in Chicago. If sh*t goes bad I would much rather it be on stage doing it all one last time.. Yes yes yes.. Surrounded by family sounds great and all but Ive been there.. Aint so great for those left behind.. Wait.. Wait.. Im making biscuits and sausage gravy right now.. Aint no fn turkey sausage either.. Ill probably have myself sleeping with the fishes before a show ever comes about... Damn it.. Sausage should have never gobbled. Nor bacon.. Stupid sh*t.. Speaking of sausage gravy, Looks like Im going to be in Iowa for a week or so in early Feb. so Im going to play my cards like a mother-bear in hopes of talking my Sis, the queen of the Peterson household, into making some of the mostest bestest sausage gravey on planet erph.. Perhaps get me some bacon wrapped chestnuts from the Tompkins household too.. Then there is Mrs. McCombs.. Ahh the foody in me is getting super happy.. :) Peace Love and pickled beets. Dont know.. Just pickled beets.. There.. Uhh!! I need some fn Tylenol.. Ryan
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 19:44:12 +0000
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