Shooter, Shining... Shit!

Well, I knew it was coming to this, I just didn't think I'd get Alzheimer's this soon. For the last few months I have talked of nothing but going to see Shooter Jennings. I was so excited. I tend to get a little to excited when I actually set my mind on going somewhere. Therefore, the disappointment is that much greater when I fail to go, usually based on some act of stupidity on my part. This was stupidity in its rarest form.I knew that Shooter would be at The Dame on October 13th at 8 p.m. I had every intention of dragging Brinton with me. I talked about it alot. I even made the comment, "Hey, Shooter's comin' on Friday the 13th", just a few dozen times, to anyone I saw. How was I gonna forget? Friday the 13th? It's October for goodness sake. Of course, without a doubt, I knew I would remember the show.

If anybody remembers the last couple of weeks, or you are really well with dates, then you know that October 13th was a Thursday. Well, I had to bite my tongue (it hurt), and throw my best tantrum (it was a good one). But when all was said and done there was no one to blame but myself. I don't know why I ever thought that the 13th was a Friday. No one told me it was a Friday. Yes, I ASSUMED it was a Friday. Well, we all know about assumptions. Why on earth would you have Shooter play a concert on a Thursday? That's just stupid! But oh well, what the hell. I thought the midnight showing of the Shining would just make it all better. While, everyone else anticipated The Big Lebowski. Goonies and Fear and Loathing. I just wanted to watch one. Just one was all I asked. The Shining. I love this movie. It is one of my favorites. It's one of a few movies that can still make me scream and shudder. And you know what,
it was at the Kentucky. Somehow, I got it in my head it was this coming weekend. I thought that it might mend a wounded soul. Until, I found out on Monday that it played this past weekend.

I have went through and kicked and screamed, to everyone I know. Tried to blame everyone else (even though I knew then and I know now) they had nothing to do with me missing the shows. Reality set in, I am getting old. I am becoming more and more forgetful. I am in the full midst of CRS. I am just hoping for a cure.

Lookin' for some drugs or some strange to console me...

Best line from a song ever. I am the world's worst about assigning a title to a song without ever really knowing whether or not it's correct. Thus, this song was dubbed Jolie. However, I have finally discovered that the actual name of the song is Crazy Eddie's Last Hurrah. Which makes for a much better title anyway.
Ok, now normally I don't do alot of promotions here. I don't usually give my opinion unless asked for it, especially in the world of music. But today I just have had the nauseating feeling of being raped. For months now, Brinton and Cory have had to put up with me just flat out being in love with Cross Canadian Ragweed. My brother was kind enough to introduce me to their Live and Loud at Billy Bob's album. I was ecstatic. I loved it. Best album I have heard in a long time. Their new album Garage came out today. I bought it. Do you have any idea how long it has been since I actually bought a CD? Well I have listened to it and listened to it again. I am almost as upset with this album as I was Ike Reilly. I wanted so much more from this album, but you can hear it in their voices.... Sell Out.
I wanted to like it. I have tried to like it. I don't like it. There are a few songs that were okay. I think it actually felt like rape when I was looking for the actual title of Jolie and realized that nowadays they refer to themselves as CCR.
I feel stupid, and contagious. But mostly, I'm just lookin' for some drugs or some strange to console me.




Yes, I know...
Yes, It has been awhile... blame Rocktoberfest. It has been a long time since I have been that graceful on gravel. I did manage to catch myself numerous times before my sensational landing. My hand is healing quite nicely thank you. Thanks to all of you for that heartwarming round of applause. You have my sincerest appreciation.

So, yes I finally got to go to Toreville. Although, I am quite certain that most of you have spent much longer nights and rougher days there than I have. Thanks goes to Vickie for putting up with all the shit. I do apologize for leaving when we did, apparently I missed throwing more people out of your house.