Clint Eastwood with a rack…

Gonna lose your mind in Detroit Rock City.
-KISS.  

So.  I totally rocked at the BDO.Bernie and Rossco Deluxe made it oh-so-easy. You have got to have the right people around you. They make me shine so damn bright….It was a long and very hot day peppered with absolute morons. I felt hunted every time we went out into the rabble. Shirtless breeders drunk and sunstroked.Giving my most excellent cowgirl self grief.  

Oh! But how I lament over the barren rock and roll vistas of today. It was like A Clockwork Orange clad in board shorts and Southern Cross tattoos.Fucktaular little heathens all of them.Everytime I wanted to clean some smarmy little motherfuckers clock I imagined Lester Bangs and me watching The Stooges ripped to the gills on cough syrup. This always seems to work for me in times of big stress or when I know that I will only get to land a few punches before I get torn apart. Pick your battles right?  

Serj from SOAD was wonderful. We spoke of rare Miles Davis bootlegs. Chatted about Phil Lynotts cock with The Living end, Died Pretty were hard but sweet, Clint from The Butterfly Effect a gentleman as always…… Let me back track some because as a scribe I have been letting y’all down. Even Lee fish berated me on my lack of updates…..  

The Beginning. I have a big mouth and absolutely no shame.Hence never having a job.  I am also lucky enough to count my bass player from my last band as my best mate.Rossco Deluxe is a tireless self taught renaissance man. A musician, writer, chef, yogi, film director….and resident of Berlin (soundtrack for this passage-Heroes-David Bowie).

 The dude is a monster hustler as well. While I was off grief struck and frying my brain recording in Canada on Big Gene’s dime last year he was working for Rock alarm TV in Europe both behind the scenes and interviewing an amazing array of diverce musicians all over the festival circuit. He decided that he didn’t like being in front of the camera….but he happened to know someone who would fit the bill…..  “Little Mishy gets a job!” Can you dig it?

And doors just up and flew off their hinges for me. Ken West gave me the most amazing interview and the biggest hug.” It’s so great that you are doing this!” He crowed and I melted. There are some people in the industry that are so gold (Pony boy) that you forget about all the laminate swinging little big man amoral pigfucking wannabes who give it all a bad name and  even worse smell.  

Well, not me, not really. I remember everything….

Back to the good guys. 

Francis Smyth, one of my oldest and dearest friends was TM for Cog so catching up with him was utterly awesome. He was my one true believer over my whole career thus far and I have not seen him in too long. Cog were playing the main stage and as I barreled up the ramp in my stacked boots ,mini skirt and Thin Lizzy Tee shirt doing my best Dennis Hopper in Apocalypse Now impersonation I got to run straight into his arms. It made my day. We couldn’t stop laughing…. Because success is the best revenge can also say that plain old garden Varity revenge is the best revenge also… 

I can’t for the life of me on days like this work out how I ever ended up in a job where I have to deal with people. 

So this weekend will find me and my intrepid crew at The Annandale Hotel covering The Devils Kitchen Festival. 14 amazing bands and I get to grill them all. 

Is this telling you anything that you want to know? I am honestly feeling somewhat brain damaged at the moment. I think that I am going to get back to work and so on. A giant Lizard has decided to become my roommate as well. Last I saw him he was heading for the back of my dressing table. I was freaking out about it to Miss Amber-roo from Bugirl who laconically replied.
“Mate, its Australia”

 My site has crapped itself so I am doing this on word. I suck. It confuses me so I am going to go. But by the by? How fuckin’ sexy is my new layout?Take a bow Metz-o-rexic. 

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