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By the time anyone reads this, I will have been in the The Golden State for give or take 48 hours, and likely have already experienced that brief bout of homesickness I get almost immediately after setting out on any journey of notable duration. I'll only be gone for a week this time, but I'll miss my girl, my dogs, and my bed (in approximately that order) like I'll be away much longer. It'll pass, but in the throes of it, I'll realize fully that life as a full-time touring musician might have eluded my grasp for a reason.
I will have already experienced a fit or two of road rage, cursed the limited parking of Hollywood, probably remembered something essential to my trip that I forgot to bring, lost another item that I'll be forced to replace while I'm here for way more than I originally paid for it, and gone on a quest for a hair salon that sells Paul Mitchell products so that I can purchase the aerosol spray wax the airlines won't let me carry on.
I will by now have gotten into at least one heated argument with my brother-from-another-mother Shane Tassart, probably having to do with his questionable taste in music or his midlife crisis-inspired BMX collection.
Rob Wood has undoubtedly behaved inappropriately in public, but charmed his way out of suffering any consequences.
None of these things will deter me from enjoying some In N' Out Burger, Del Taco, and a cold beer at Tin Horn Flats.
Stay tuned to see if any or all of these predictions come true.....
D.
I'm the singer/guitarist and occasional ivory tickler of fORMER (Nashville, TN), and I also play guitar for some gentlemen who call themselves The Beauty School Dropouts. My musical resume includes stints with the now-defunct Bombshell Crush & Loveshine, as well as the occasionally active The Great Affairs & Best Of Seven(Los Angeles, CA), and you can probably find CDs from these bands somewhere on Amazon, eBay, or some random used CD shop in Tupelo, MS, if you were so inclined. I'm a songwriter. I appreciate a tall Jack & Coke when the mood strikes(it seldom does these days, to be honest). I had an old dog…but he died(RIP Maxwell), so we got a new one, a sweet fella that can run faster than anyone on steroids...his name is Pioneer. Pioneer has recently been joined by a vagrant that has adopted us, who goes by the name Cash...she's too sweet to send packing. I own a record shop in Pekin, IL, Co-Op Records. Occasionally I travel north from my home in NashVegas to supervise my henchmen as they do my bidding. I often waste my time driving without a destination just to hear myself think. I love Sun Drop cola....sue me. I can't eat anything with bones in it or anything that retains the general shape of itself in living form....it just grosses me out, though I have recently grown quite fond of Sushi (thanks, Joey). I have great friends and a cool family...in particular my Mom...the best. I don't go to church, but I'd like to believe. I eat too much junk food...my sweet tooth is the stuff of legends, but I have shaken the pastry monkey from my back. I used to love that band Trixter, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I hate cold. I miss California. I love Nashville...most days. I don't sleep much. I hate idle time. I think Elvis Costello's "Man Out Of Time" is quite possibly my favorite song of ALL time....not sure though, and it's looking like The Afghan Whigs' "Crazy" might steal the prize. I'm red/green colorblind if anybody wants to mess with me at a traffic light. I guess that's all for now....more later.
