Guess who’s playing in Ottawa soon?

Def Leppard,
Styx,
REO Speedwagon,
And Blue Rodeo.

And do you know why they are playing there?

Because I left!!!

If there’s one thing I refused to do,
is to actually sign up on MySpace.

Everybody has a MySpace space.
Celebrities, Politicians,
Every High School teenager
walking the earth right now.
And even your cousin’s neighbor’s lawnmower guy.

But just quite recently,
When I googled my site,
(because just like any other lazy geek out there,
that’s how I get on it.
I am too lazy to type the triple w’s and the .com.)

I saw this search result,
A profile on myspace with “denofmusic” attached to it.

Apparently, I think it’s from another musician from the U.K.

At first I was like,
“Hey! That’s my domain name!”

But then I realized,
He could be my way of getting noticed.
People may think that they are going to his website,
and end up on mine.

I didn’t really mind the name issue.
This could be some good exposure for me to other musicians.

But then again,
It could be the opposite too.

They might see this site and end up disappointed.

Hmm.
Maybe I should sign up on MySpace
and ask them to be my friend.

Then I would meet some Hot chick
and we would meet up,
and they would end up to be my cousin’s neighbor’s lawnmower guy.

His real name is Mario.

I understand you’ve been running from a man,
that goes by the name of “The Sandman.”
-America

Let me introduce to you my new friend.
The Sandman.

In traditional folklore,
The Sandman is supposed to lull you to sleep.

It is said that he sprinkles your eyes with sand or dust,
causing you to go nite nite.

Well my friends,
this new friend of mine,
apparently likes me a bit too much.
Because he freakin’ sprays my eyes even in the brightness of day.

I try to sleep enough hours at night,
but I just can’t seem to keep myself awake in the morning.

He doesn’t care if I am busy at work,
having lunch,
or just having a conversation with a co-worker.
I am seriously close to having a locked jaw
with all the yawning I do.

He loves me a lot particularly when I am driving.
It doesn’t matter if I blast my radio and sing like a madman.
My eyes would twitch, begging me to shut it.

Numerous times at a stoplight,
the guy behind me would honk his horn,
telling me that the light is green.
With a couple of swear words I’d rather not tell.

I don’t know.
I write this thing jokingly here,
but it’s really not cool.

It’s hard work really.
Trying to stay awake and focused.
It’s both maddening and exhausting.

What do you guys recommend?
Besides injecting my arm with caffeine.

10 days into the year,

and it is pretty much “sucking” so far.

The “optimism” of the “new year”
is pretty much out the friggin’ window.

Something better change soon.

What’s a good resolution for the New Year?

4 words!

LESS TALK, MORE MUSIC!

—
and I’ll start it as soon as I get rid of this nutcracking cough.

Happy New Year to all!

Man,
I can’t wait for 2007 to be over.

Come on 2008.

Bring me some love!

..and some help.

3 days before Xmas.

I still do not have the Xmas spirit.

I have played a lot of Xmas tunes.
Watched a lot of Xmas movies.
Even smelled the Xmas tree.

Still nothing.

Something better happen soon, or
the Grinch in me will come out
with a vengeance once again.

—
Well, I got family coming over.
Maybe something will happen.

Maybe.

Dan Fogelberg,
renowned singer, songwriter,
passed away today.

from NYTimes.com

In tribute.

Leader Of The Band

Post Link

Thank you very much, Sir.
I have enjoyed your music, a lot.

Well,
I have been planning this for a week.

I was going to spend this whole weekend,
playing music, recording songs and just rock out loud.

I was planning on getting busy
to do a whole bunch for this site.
And attempt to bring back the music.

But,
I got sick.

I also got ill,
and ailing,
and unwell.

Now, instead of being busy playing music,
I am busy coughing out my lung through my esophagus.

I think it’s nature’s way of shutting me up.

I don’t get it.

For those who follow my writings here,
it hasn’t been a secret what I feel about
Medical Doctors.

Or at least every single one I have encountered.
I refuse to believe any “bull crap” they lay on me.

But,
Once the Dentist tells me I need to have something done,
I give him my life savings.

So,
That’s it.

No Xmas for me.

Because you know how it is,
when this time of year comes around,
you have to have bazillions of money.

That’s what Christmas is about.

So,
as of the moment,
it has been canceled.

For me.

Until further notice.

Or until Mr. Armani reads my letter.