I'm sitting here after an EVIL night of ROCK+ROLL watching a rerun off R+R HOF show 2016. What a joke. I watched Lars stroke a "tired" Deep Purple . No Ritchie=NO Purple. Steve Morse is terrible in Purple. Steve Miller does a "pitch-perfect" Joker..............yyyyyyyaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnn. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// No sleep Friday night. I never rest the night before a gig. I need to be high when I play. I don't mess with drugs+booze,that is "standard." I used to try to open the gates with "toys." I realized it was all just fluff. If I can buy it...... it is JUNK. The throat chakra gets blocked by smoke. Alcohol is silly. I already have zero inhibitions. I fed my cat. Went outside to clear off some bushes- THE MAN NEEDS ACCESS -------to------the sewer------ "Mr. FEZZ you must comply................if not= BIG FINE.............." Yeah Yeah Mr. Local Water Works......... I ripped up the bushes. I used gloves. Must protect THE GOLD. I finish the lawn work. I go into the house. "Time to wake up Mrs. FEZZ." I always let my wife sleep. She needs sleep. I don't. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// The day hazes by. Two fires are lit. I read books about BOXING------BATMAN----------BEETS---- -------------- ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Hours until THE GIG. Mrs. FEZZ and I play card MEMORY GAME-----cards placed on the table. Flip cards. Find matches. RRRrrrrrrrEEEEeeeeEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Firetrucks. Santa Claus waves. Sabu,the cat, raises his brows-----resumes his nap---SILLY HUMAN CUSTOMS! ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Must play R+R! I kiss wife+cat. Enter FEZZ room----unheated------books+monster dolls+AMPS!!!! I grab my SUNN STINGER35. Load my Teles-always bring two gits-ALWAYS!!!! Put on a Stones boot. My local store is selling boots for $2.99!!!! Drive. Cold car. No heat. Must not dry out my throat. Stones sound nice. Pure SLOP. Feedback-Mick croaks. I pull into strip mall. Dan,guitarist friend, appears. He opens my car door;grabs my SUNN. "Thanks Dan,LOVE YOU." "Tim, soundguy knows you from 20 years ago." "Yeah, he is a lucky snail." I park. Grab my Teles and enter DIVE BAR. I go to the sad stage. I see soundguy. "Tim, LONG time." "Hey Snail. I play for the cosmos." We do levels. Snail asks me what I want. "Do whatever you want. I have talent. Mic cab or not. Reverb or not." "Damn Tim, you are easy." "No, I'm HARD. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// We play. I force booze on my drummer+bassist. They need "man-mades" to get into the STARS. We are beyond GOOD+EVIL. Tommy, bassist, is still drunk from his step-Dad's funeral the day before. He misses------- chords------ sequences. Shawn, drummer, drops sticks,belches beer onto his shirt. Two of my HS buddies appear. "Two paying customers. Hi Frank+Dave. DO DRUGS! DRINK! WE are R+R." They laugh. I have mixed emotions. 2016??? I'm 50------playing Garage ROCK?????Is this Purgatory?? Stacy, the booker,admonishes us------ "Is this a stand-up act or music?" GOOD QUESTION? Now, I'm angry. I go double-speed. Turn our Surf sound into DEATH METAL....DOUBLE TIME....TRIPLE TIME......... I cut my hand. Blood all over my Tele. The "crowd"------16 people?18?21?.....do not know what to do. Is this comedy? Are these guys any good? We slam into the closer. I unplug my git. I hear laughter........crying. I grab Tommy+Shawn's hands. GREAT SHOW! WE BROUGHT THE RAWK!!!!!!!!!!!! Tommy burps a beer bubble. Shawn trips over a monitor. PAY IS THE SAME. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????