Caliente

I am schlepping along like ordinary Maddogg, but something must be in the air. As it warms up here in southern Ohio, I am suddenly a hot commodity. I already told you that I have a gig on 3/30, but now I might have a weekly thing at a bar called the River Edge in Franklin, Ohio. The manager wants to start up an open mic and he wants me to host it. there and I can make some green fees cash while playing and listening to music.

That wouldn’t suck.

Big patio, but remote location. I hope there’s enough musicians in the area to support an open mic, and I am starting to make musician contacts out here, so once again Maddogg stumbles into a Perfect Storm.

I played tonight at the Lucky Star Brewery on Second Street in Miamisburg, Ohio. What a great vibe.

Every so often, if you go to enough open mics, you will be treated to someone with rare talent.

This beautiful little girl blew everyone away.

Lindsay.

Adele who?

If I can establish contact with Julie, her mom, I’ll make room for her with one song at my upcoming gig if we can get a minute to practice. I’d better check with the manager first, to see if it is cool with her being underage.

I definitely want to keep my gigs apolitical, but I can’t help but swell with pride for the way the Ukraine has rebuffed BabyHead Putin and his shoplifting slaves.

Salud!

I bought a PA system today.

I got my guitar studio-ready.

Practice, practice, practice.

I have to be careful not to over commit, because, golf season is happening and you know where you’ll find me.

Looking for my ball.

Hoping I can get my cousin Bobby out here if he’s not too busy.

Sports-wise I am down to golf and my Manchester United Red Devils. Get rid of that Rangnick; he’s like an evil charm around the neck. I don’t give a shit how many wins with how many teams, how many trophies, blah, blah, blah, blah.

He might not make top four which better damn well be the kiss of death.

Sign Pochettino and let’s get things rolling.

I coached little soccer kids long ago, and there were no girls on the team, as I recall. I am not sure there were any girls in the league. It was the early seventies. I would get about twenty kids at the first of spring, and these little guys were all energy, bouncing off each other like isotopes.

In a month, I had them running different offensive and defensive formations, and transitioning seamlessly, they could go inside OR outside and goals were never an issue.

I didn’t have Ronaldo sitting on the bench.

What kind of idiot would do that?

Three words for you.

Return on investment.

And do yourself a great big favor.

Don’t even try to call me.

I’m busy.

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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