Wednesday, 2 January 2013


On a positive note though, and one that'll ring out pretty fucking loudly when I'm better, is that I've finally found a rhythm section that should be, in the immortal words of Donald 'Duck' Dunn, "strong enough to turn goat's piss into gasoline". Dunno what this group's going to be called yet, but I do know what it'll sound like. Fucking nasty and deeply psychedelic. So that's just one thing of many I've got to look forward to. It might take a little while to get there, seeing as I can barely lift some of my guitars when I'm feeling really shitty, but I'm too fucking stubborn to let illness grind me down. So, whatever it fucking takes, sometime in the near future I will be better, and I will be able to make a fucking beautiful racket, and I'll have my fucking life back.


  1. Just make sure I can down load it.

    I got so bored flipping through i-tunes this weekend that I finally gave up and downloaded some Dirks Bentley.

    It's a cry for aural help.

    1. Have no fear sir, I'll alert you as soon as there's stuff to d/l.

    2. Alright then.

      For now, I'll keep rearranging and reproducing this boot stompin', butt shakin' country music that the Boy has a fondness for.

      Obviously, there is no place in the world that has destroyed more good songs than Nashville.