2002-12-05 - 4:35 a.m.
Oh sweet delusions of grandeur, welcome back!
It's simple. When you have a band it either feels like things are happening and you are on the heels of greatness, or nothing is happening and you are a complete dip-wad. When you can't seem to book any shows and make anything happen, you just start to feel like an idiot. As a direct result of this, I recently found myself doing the unthinkable, looking into IT certification programs like MCSEs or Cisco CNAs.
One afternoon my 96 year old Auntie Hilda called me from Yonkers and lobbied intensively for me to go to medical school. She caught me at a weak moment, and I actually contemplated her wild fantasy. After our conversation I took a shower, and for the duration of that shower, I was a doctor. I had gone through medical school, completed my residency, and was saving lives daily (not to mention being coveted by class-A poon). I'll tell you this, that was one fine shower. And I have Auntie Hilda to thank.
At last we've lined-up a couple of halfway snoot-worthy shows and likewise my priorities have happily shifted back into 'rock-mode'. I will carry on with my plan to grow out the coif to 'hair-flip' length, I will recklessly squander my savings on a vintage Les Paul, and I will rock and roll all night and party every day, or at least once a week.
p.s. I know, it's 4:30 in the morning. I should be asleep. Hmmm, I bet some GRE vocab would knock me right out...
