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01/28/2002 - 11:06 p.m.
Well well well. Another visit to the gym, another weird burst of energy. I kinda like this. Driving home from the gym, every muscle in my body aching, I wrote a whole new intro for the show next week - and completely revamped the scientist character - he's no longer a German/eastern European type, but a 1950s all-American scientist like Hugh Marlowe
in Earth vs the Flying Saucers. And a new intro for the song..... heewack. It's gonna be a heckuva show!
Y'all come and see us!
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In other news, I listened to the first 20 minutes of toothbrush's radio show, cuz I was way keen on hearing Miss Brush's stylee, and also the Wax Mannequin.
I was really hoping to hear "Message from the 2ueen," which has become my first fave-rave song of 2002, but had to leave because I wasn't gonna make the gym if I didn't. He probably played it later. The two "unfinished" songs I did hear weren't that special, but - who knows what could happen with 'em? I've been around enough unfinished songs to know that all kindsa elven magic can happen when you're thinking about something else.
I also got to hear Mr WaxM get a pretty bad electric shock, which was scary, though exciting. He needs to get a grounded plug for that amp of his.
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In yet more news, I have decided that I have absolutely too much stuff, and that it is time to divest myself of at least some of it. This is going to be real tough, because I love my stuff. I love my hood ornaments. I love my books. I love my records. I love my guitars. I love my effects boxes. I love my plastic dishes from the 50s. I love my bowling trophies from the 50s. I love my pinup stuff. I love my 50s men's magazines. I love my neon signs. I love my toys. I love my mannequin lamps. I love my comic books. I love my unused art supplies. I love my tools. I love my clothes. I love Love LOVE my stuff stuff stuff!
But I have so much much much that it makes my life pretty dang difficult to run. So, somehow, I have to pare down. This should be possible, if not easy. The big problem is defining levels of necessity. For example: I need a good portion of my hood ornament collection. Don't ask why. It's not open for discussion. I need it. But - I don't need all of it. The question becomes - "how do I define the line of need, the line of want, and the line of - ok, I can get rid of that one?"
I dunno. I guess I'll find out over the next few weeks. Join me in my voyage down the river of need vs. want, won't you? Here's an example - do I really need a McBoo anymore? Sure, it's pretty great - a plastic jack o'lantern that a happy meal came in back in the mid 80s. It's got a great facial expression and is as cool as all get out. Plus also too, it reminds of the time I went out on my first rock and roll tour, which is when I got the dang thing. But it's been sitting on the top shelf in this exact room since I moved in here, and that's over 5 years ago. Hell, I don't even think there's anything in it, but I don't know, cuz I haven't looked inside it in five years! Yeah, I like it, yeah I want it, yeah it's a great reminder of the tour, but - I don't need it. Bye bye, McBoo.
That doesn't mean you don't need McBoo, though, so: if you, dear reader, do need McBoo, lemme know. It's yours for - um - a cool postcard. Or a picture of yourself kissing a complete stranger. But you have to mail me the picture - a scan won't do. Or - I dunno. Make me an offer. And if you're really lucky, I might even find the lid for it.
I just checked - and you know what was inside McBoo? Another McBoo-like object, only this one is called McPunk'n, or, as we called it on the tour, MacPunk. And inside MacPunk was, of course, good old grade A New Hampshire air. So, first and second come, first and second served.
Don't all crowd at once.
Music to sort through stuff by:
June & The Exit Wounds - "Highway Noise" (A Little More Haven Hamilton, Please)
"I'll be fine till another time when I'm gonna find myself in your arms....."
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