Modern Weddings

Karen and I had a tiny wedding. There was myself, my bride, my bandmates, my brother who put together a feast for us, and his assistant. Oh yeah, there were also seven of my ex-girlfriends there. I know, I know, but Karen was the one who told me to invite them. I guess she figuredContinue reading “Modern Weddings”

Mentality

I was torn deciding on a name for this blog, thinking first just to name it Mental Health. But that’s crazy. Mental health is one of today’s hot topics and deservedly so. More and more celebrities are endorsing the admission of a serious medical condition of various degrees and diagnoses. You know what else isContinue reading “Mentality”

The Dance

I can dance. Certainly not as well as I think I can, but I have rhythm and a good sense of beat to at least not be “that guy” on the dance floor; flailing, spinning, and generally avoiding falling down to any music, except jazz. But who dances to jazz? Not cool enough. Jazz buffsContinue reading “The Dance”

Can You Believe it?

She was one crazy bitch and I was nuttier than Cooder Brown. Oil and water. She was the very worst type of woman for me: a woman with a voice that insisted on using it and could not and would not, be ignored. I won’t be ignored, Dan! I like to think of her asContinue reading “Can You Believe it?”

Tattoos

I don’t have any, but I think they are cool. I think tattoos look much more impressive on a pair of big 20” guns than when a skinny little junkie has them. The Rock was made for tattoos and I am sure there are many who would love to take some serious time reading thatContinue reading “Tattoos”

Cantina Lady

The title of this week’s original song I penned in 1976, it comes with a story (I’m a writer, of course it does). The scene is a little dive bar on Canal Street in Nogales, Mexico. The bartender was asleep when I entered through the shimmering red, white and green beads. There were three cracked-leatherContinue reading “Cantina Lady”

The Wizard

He was about 60, a used-up and burnt-out alcoholic grill cook. He was fat, balding, and bitter.  He had started cooking in his mom’s kitchen and never rose past the position of grill cook for a major breakfast chain. Thirty years of cooking  and absolutely nothing to show for it. His pockets were usually empty,Continue reading “The Wizard”