I want to write. Really. The words are there. Really. Had a bunch this morning. As I was getting ready. In the bathroom. Always in the fucking bathroom. You know, when the ideas come. Why is this?! So now, at the 11th hour, I sit. With a really, really painful headache.
Is this true. That Michael Schenker was 15 when he played on this album? Yes. On the Scorpions debut album Lonesome Crow Michael (my first real guitar player crush – wait! wasn’t that Johnny Winter?!) was a kid for god’s sake. 15. Shit. At 17 he was playing with UFO. Then came his band MSG. The rest is musical history. In and out of the Scorpions. Here there everywhere. Trading band members like the NFL or the NBA. But playing his instrument. I still love him:)
Tonight’s little post might be a rambling little post. Aside from the massively gargantuan pain between my eyes, I might, by post’s end be, how shall I say this, slightly inebriated. I’m not much of a drinker in my “older years”. I like the idea of having a drink but that’s pretty much the extent of it. (sign #1 you’re getting old: you weigh the consequences of even one glass of wine on your aging body and ask: is it worth it? LOL)
Fine! Yes. I’m stalling. I was trying to remember the words that had come to me this morning while indisposed and of course they’re gone. So I’m sitting here with nothing but my committment to Lizzi with the bee-u-tiful teeth (ask her and she’ll tell you) to write a TToT post. So without further ado and glass # 2, I’m gonna let rip with each and every sip. (I told you! Gave fair warning. Shit! Put up a Van Halen vid? Music. The only thing in my brain right now).
Pick a number from 1 -10: Friday Night Vid Chats!
Go ahead! Another!: Participating in a Friday Night Vid Chat!
Still 8 left lucky lady!: getting the Jello cake recipe from Laura, a clarklike female in her own damn right!
7. Lucky 7? 7’s are on the house: my dislocated half. Wait, re-located half? No. Wait. That’s me! He taught me about perseverance. And from the rogerian perspective. Priceless.
666 … Why not. I’ll always love… Iron Maiden.
Cinqo di mayo. Nope. Can’t count it. I never celebrated the Cinqo de mayo
4 score and 7 years ago I was…damn! not even born! Here’s to us. (nah, don’t know either, just a good song)
3rd times a charm and I’m thankful there’s no 3rd glass! Just say no!
Second chances. Doesn’t everyone deserve one?
Are we there? At the beginning that is my end: the, wait for it, Wakefield Doctrine.
Now what? I had a Lonesome Crow clip queued but…how ’bout this one from Delbert? (psst. this is the one I really, really like)