Plain.

I wonder what the long term effects of staying faithful to a memory are? Does it give you cancer? Does it come with a warning from the Surgeon general? Who can say?…. What? God! You must be kidding! Don’t look at me! I didn’t even make it past the eighth grade. Wish I hadn’t of broken my magic 8-ball though,a girl needs an oracle in turbulent times such as these….

(shake,shake,shake!)

What can I tell you? I am a pervert when it comes to persistence,I like the disillusion,it fits me like a glove.Skintight.I dig the sad security. Sue me…..

I am getting on with my loud old life,don’t you worry your pretty little noggins about that. In fact sports fans,I am busier and more focused now than since I lived in LA and if you saw me out there you know that that is saying a mouthful.I was jet propelled baby!  The strength of my desire to write and create is a bonafide relief because I thought that I would never feel this way again.I thought that destiny would have me manning the deep frier at Pinks Hot-dogs at this point in the game at the rate I was going ,so as far as I am concerned?  Its all good in the ‘hood. So, I get on with it but can I tell you something? Its like there is a secret chamber within me,a place hidden and holy to a heretic such as  myself  with only two keys in existence and I visit it often and linger late.

Fact: I know that he is porking a hatchet headed Hollywood hooker and I know that I am celibate ( Boy! Do I know…..) and seventeen thousand odd miles away but that’s not what matters.What matters is that there is a level,a plain if you will,where we still exist together.And I can’t see that it is ever going to be any other way.

Sounds like a bunch of patchouli based airy-fairy hippy shit I know and I wouldn’t blame you in the slightest  if you stopped reading round about now but the fact of the matter is that we just cant leave each other the hell alone.

I have done a fair few moons on the dermis of this rock and in what feels like dog years to tell the truth.A whole twenty seven long years in fact (shut up….) I like to think that on a good day that I know what’s up,what “Time it is as” the the kids say (*snort*). I have had some utterly kick ass people populate my existence too. I had people that I thought that I would know forever who faded and flew away. But us? “We” as my beloved Descendants would sing? We are eternal. No one ever got the me in me like that. No one ever saw my damage and raised the bar and the bet without flinching. There is no practicality within us,its passed and time has done a runner on the bill but I know and I would swear on a stack of cheeseburgers before Elvis that if I saw him again he would still be the  horse cocked human equivalent of napalm and suck the air clean out of my lungs and replace it with fire.

No one ever made me laugh like that and saw the world like I did.That is a nearly impossible thing to give up and Elvis only knows I gave it a red hot royal fucking try…..

(My drug.)

An equal,a peer,a partner,a hero,a mate and a lover?

Never ask me why I cant be bothered to try again.

The harvest moon is making me nuts.

That and the cherry Dr Pepper that I am inhaling like mothers milk. I wish that I could get Mr Pibbs and a decent fish taco here and my life would be muy bueno. Finished another song for the new St Cecilia album called “Nice Tiger”  I can’t decide if I want lap steel or banjo on it.Fuck it! Why not both? Its creepy as hell. Think the Allman bros do Concrete Blonde via The Birthday party. Damn it! I love this band.I wear my pounding fan-boy heart naked on my frayed sleeve every step of the ragged rocking way. I can’t wait to sing with Marcus.Our voices together? Brace yourself is all I can say…. Its funny though,he wants to be “Just the guitarist” and I am in the same boat with playing bass. Hopeless! But I am high on the idea of two front-men. My hyper-talented friend Tim Sult who plays guitar in one of my all time favorite bands cracks up when I call myself a “Front-man” but “Front-woman” sounds totally stupid. Like some six titted superhero that didn’t make the cut at Marvel or something.I asked Josh is he would throw his voice into the mix as well (“C’mon man! Three singers!!!” ) and was met with all resounding “Hell no!” which goes to show that my good natured bullying enthusiasm does not always win out.

Oh well,worth a try…..

Whatever the hell happens its going to sound and be totally righteous.

Wish that I had the coin to get the band to Vancouver to record with Professor Chicken. Ahhh,in a perfect world.He would put a shine on it for sure. He and Gene are working together right now. I miss them both.

Be happy to get back on stage next week surrounded by all my candle lit crap and a host of fine people but I always find it lamentable when Blackie is not playing being that he is some kind of punk rock security blanket for me.He has a run of shows with the infallible Neil Hamburger next week so that’s why I have to fly solo. The mind boggles. My amazing Mo Mayhem from The Hell City Glamours is on the bill so I know that it will rock hard as hell. He is coming over to jam on Sunday which will wrap my week up very nicely.

I am sure that we will do a few songs together,a good time that I always look forward to.Can I just state for the record how rare it is to have a friend who shares my Izzy Stradlin obsession and encourages it?  A giant among men right there.

Its gonna be a good show.

Its way early here.The garbage trucks stomp and rule silent streets. I want to get to sleep before the dopey daylight drones wake up and take over for a sunlight soaked twelve hours.The day shift.I’ve got an idea……. The gold key gripped tight in my sweaty hand,my step sure and light. I will meet you there.

I will scratch your wings……