Hola, mi amigos!!  First off, thanks to everyone who attended the Frog Gig, part 2, this past Saturday evening.  Secondly, I apologize for what may or may not have happened on my end.   You see, I got quite wasted and do not remember much, if anything.  It was a poor showing on my end, and anyone who saw me can probably attest for that.  Once again, I fouled things up with rum...

I'm using this time for confession, of some sorts, I guess.  But, it's hard to confess what you don't recall, ya know??!?  Once it started raining, my memory became as cloudy as the passing storm that rolled through Greensboro.

Four days removed from the show and about all I know of it is nothing.  I'm sure I was a stupid, shitty-playing, mentally incompetent drunkard.  Trust me y'all, being jerked awake by some kind of full body tremble at 6 in the morning was not pleasant.  At all...

The worst part was checking my voicemail and hearing one that said that Dad was in jail, and I have to get back to T-town to help.  You see, what pissed me off about that was the fact that very few people knew of the troubles my Dad's been having with his jerk-off downstairs neighbors.  So I haul ass back (thinking I have a long morning ahead) just to find out it was someone messing with me.  Playing around, you know, some sort of joke.  And in a hungover/still drunk state of haziness, I tend to take everything a little too seriously.  Whoever thought it was funny to do that can rest assured that I will be saving a beanbag in hell for you.  Grr...

I left so dazed and confused that I left my backpack behind.  Luckily though, it's been found safe and sound.  I should get it back this afternoon, and then I can charge my phone finally and start returning, what I figure, will end up being a myriad of calls/texts.  And being able to take my contacts out and blow into my harmonicas will be sweet too!

I'll be right back...

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(refilling coffee and going out for a stick of cancer...)

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So...did you hear about Boy George??  Sadly, I did too.  It seems he was denied visa to the U.S.  Apparently, he was going to tour.  ...

Uhh...I think our officials finally got something right!!  Hee, hee, hee.  As a matter of fact, anyone who planned on attending a show of his should probably just be exiled anyways.  Sorry, I didn't mean to actually bring up Boy George...

I am currently listening to Radio Margaritaville while I blog, so I'm easily distracted from thought right now.

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Everyone, I'm trying to change my overall attitude.  I'm tired of being so freakin' cynical all the time.  I'm not sure how I got that way, or how I'll get away from it, but I will.  I have to before I go crazy.  Aaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

As the July 4th holiday approaches, I just want to wish everyone a safe and glorious holiday weekend.  Watch out for cops, cops w/ roadblocks, idiots that shouldn't be allowed near fireworks, drunk drivers, terrorists, terrorist tomatoes, inebriated boaters, cars with one nearly deflated tire, and...giant mutant bugs that sneak up on your bare feet.  Damn, that thing is huge!!!      !!!  Holy shit, check this thing out...

Well, the only thing accomplished here is a half hour of my day gone by.  Be sure to call, email, text, or whatever you need and thank anyone you know who is in the service.  Lord knows most of us can't fathom the mental anguish they might be experiencing...

Thanks for reading, assuming you did!              !

Your idiot savant,

--Jeremy Bushey--

"I have a suggestion that I think would help fight serious crime.  Signs.  There are lots of signs for minor infractions: NO SMOKING, STAY OFF THE GRASS, KEEP OUT, and they seem to work fairly well.  I think we should also have signs for major crimes:  MURDER STRICTLY PROHIBITED, NO RAPING PEOPLE, THANK YOU FOR NOT KIDNAPPING ANYONE.  It's certainly worth a try."  --George Carlin (R.I.P.)

Holy hell, I find myself with the urge to knock back a blog.  I'm not sure why I titled this one "A Midsummer Night's BLOG!" because, it's not actually nighttime...yet.  But unless something very severe happens, I fully trust that the night will be here soon enough.  Unless they come to take us away, ha ha! 

Well, I got stuck on VH1 for about an hour today.  My remote batteries must've taken today off or something.  I got so upset at most of what I saw that I rolled off the couch and unplugged the TV.  Goddamn the New Kids On The Block...and that Kid Rock summertime song.  (Sorry Mr. Rock, but I get such a headache when I hear the tune to "Sweet Home Alabama" and "Werewolves In London" set with different words.  It's mind-numbingly painful to my precious, going deaf, ears...).  Also...NKOTB sucks.  They were horrible the first go around and they've gotten even sheep-fucking worse this time, if you ask me...not that anyone did.  ...

Jeebus, why do I have 3 internet explorers open??  If I'm blogging then what in the hell am I doing with the other two??  Hang on, let me see...

(cigarette break whilst I rest me thinker...)

Naw, never mind.  I only had two, and Bill Gates' media player going.  The other was a funny picture site, that has, none other than...FUNNY PICTURES on it.  Who'da thunk it??  ...  I'm looking for the "right" funny picture to advertise the upcoming Frog Gig.  Ribbit...

If you've ever been really wasted and had your foot severed off, I'd check with Canada.  They've had six (6) human feet show up on the coast of British Columbia this year.  That's plain weird.  It's even weirder that only 1 of the 6 was a left foot...  (UPDATED:  The sixth one was a hoax, so there has only been 5...)

Now, to be for real for just a minute an offer a public service announcement:  WATCH OUT FOR THE TOMATOES!!!  They're out to get you.  Which goes to prove my theory that  tomatoes suck.  My aplogies to the B.L.T. for never indulging in your supposed goodness...

I'm so sick of hearing AT&T's more bars in more places catch phrase.  They must be talking about Xanax bars because it absolutely cannot be referring to signal strength.  Can YOU hear me now?  Me neither...  

OK, gotta get running.  Literally, it's a great time for a wog (walk/jog combo).  If anyone has any ideas how we can stop this whole NKOTB thing, let me know.  I'm game.  See ya around...

--Jeremy Bushey--

"The only reason people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory."  --Paul Fix

Wow, my calendar is way off.  Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone!  I was gonna go to work, but then I got high...

I'm pondering whether or not to celebrate today/tonite.  After all, I'm white.  And American.  To me it's just the fifth day of May in the year 2008.  And to clear it up, no, it's not Mexico's Independence Day!  Damn, I'm tired of hearing other white people think that.  I'm not fo' sho' but I think it's something to do with Mexico's army beating the French Army a couple centuries ago. 

Yes...I'm a dork.  I want to be on Jeopardy! someday, maybe put some useless knowledge to use.  Although, I would lose badly I think it would be fun.  I'd be the guy in the red who doesn't even get to play Final Jeopardy.  Either that, or I would get so peeved that I would break something.  Or, knock the dude in the middle in the back of the head for stealing my goddamn answer.  

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Chocolate milk does not go well with a hungover tummy ache.  Not well at all.  You can ask the parking lot of India.   My "magic carpet" took me there.  Ha, ha, ha! 

Wait, if I was to be on a game show maybe I should try Wheel Of Fortune or the Price is Right.  I'd prolly have my bestest chance to win on one of those!  I'm yet to sit in front of a TV and have anyone on Wheel do better than me, I swear.  I wonder if I have to be up by 10 o'clock to be on the Price is Right, cuz that would not be very cool...

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Where's Darius when you need him?  I've got some grass to cut and could use a hand.  Can't beat good, cheap help!  Since I know Darius will not be tuning in to my "blog," I must give a him mad props.  So...props to Darius.  The only human being more retarded than myself! 

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Gotta go chase the sunset.  Hopefully, we'll see everyone this Friday (May 9) at Harold's Bar and Grill in Tuscaloosa, and the Dos-ocho in Greensboro.  To translate:  Harry's and 28 Club. 

Later.

--Jeremy Bushey--

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"A stupid man's report of what a clever man says can never be accurate, because he unconsciously translates what he hears into something he can understand."  --Bertrand Russell

Well, since Bushey isn’t blogging today on his personal myspace page, he has decided to blog on the band’s page!  Aren’t you excited???!!??

  (I am...)

Hello everybody!!!  I have made a determination to avoid bars for the rest of the week.  We can all be hopeful, but I can’t make promises.  You see, I go out too much.  I don’t have a drinking problem (yet), but I honestly do not know when enough is enough.  So, as long as I can avoid "temptation" for a while, maybe I can rejuvenate myself.  But, if y’all know me like I think you do, then you know I don’t make promises I can’t keep. 

Well...I take that back.  I use the word promise a lot, but only if I mean it.  You see, I say what I mean and mean what I say.  Sometimes I come off as a little blunt, or rude, but I don’t mean to be.  Honest...

I’m thinking about getting someone to tape my mouth shut for me.  Sometimes, like the times I overdrink, that would be clutch!!! 

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So, let’s see here.  What else?  Oh yeah!!!  I was supposed to ride to the "ham" tonite for an airport pickup.  My buddy Mitchell (who may be the only person I know crazier than me sometimes) is coming home from the mountain.  Which mountain, I don’t know.  But, that fell through so now I’m sitting around the house being all bored and blogging. 

I’m thinking about getting some beer, but I don’t know if I should.  The ABC store is closed, so I’m definitely not getting rum.  Oh, wait...the Home Package Store is open late!!  I forgot...

With all the whining and bitching over my phone ringing too much here lately, I think I managed to make it quit doing that.  You see, between actual phone calls, text messaging, networking (myspace), and emails I think I’ve managed to get soooo confused.  To hell with all of them for now.  I’m through w/ texting because 3 of the buttons don’t work right.  I try phone calls, but my calls never get returned...even when I leave voicemails.  Emails are nothing but crap mostly in my box.  I sign up for too much shit.  And with myspace, I feel like I’m being stalked everytime I log in. 

Oh well, shit happens.  So does life...

Later.

--Jeremy Bushey--

 "Whatever you are by nature, keep to it; never desert your line of talent.  Be what nature intended you for and you will succeed."--Sydney Smith

So, let’s see here...umm...

I just heard something about a Buick on a federal recall list.  Surely, it’s mine.  Without a doubt.  But who cares??  It’s gonna blow up or fall apart one day anyways.  I had hot air last summer, cold heat in the winter, and apparently I’m gonna have hot air again this summer.  Damn, damn, damn.

So, I think I learned why I need to stay away from happy hour.   Or maybe not.   Sorry Filling Station, if I got obnoxious yesterday.  Ha, ha, ha!   Corbell, or is it Michael...I still have the money you gave me for the drum stuff, but I’m not sure if we ordered the monitors or not.  I hope...

Has anyone out there in cyberspace ever felt like they were being stalked?  I have.  Sometimes, when I check my personal "myspace" page I tremble.  Literally.  I’m not sure why.  It’s all kind of weird to grasp, firsthand, you know???

If anyone is reading this and it is not spaced very well, don’t blame me.  You see, my last "blog" on the band’s page didn’t show up the way I typed it.  And I don’t know why, other than I’m technology impaired.  I don’t even know what "URL" means.  Other than a bad way to spell someone’s first name......................................HA HA HA!!!! 

Hey Woolley man, I tried to show up unannounced to join you on the boat last nite.  But, I goofed off an extra 10 minutes too long on myspace and I didn’t make it in time.  Oh well.  Be prepared though, be prepared. 

So, Walker told me to tell everyone hey.  So..."Hey!" from the Walkerbird.   The west coast is the west coast.  I also just found out this morning that Frank the Tank is heading to T-town for a few days.  I can’t wait to see that crazy bastard!!!!  

I guess I’m through "blogging."  See everyone Friday nite at the Jupiter!  Be there or be square. 

--Jeremy Bushey--

"We all have failures under our belt.  It’s what makes us ready for the successes."--Randy K. Millholland...............yes, I’ve never heard of him either.  Peaceout! 

OK, so I’ve realized that "The" Southern Comfort Band needs a new "blog."  Tee, hee, hee...!

Well, so I’ve spent my afternoon laying around in the sun, generally being lazy.  I hope I didn’t overdo it too bad the first time.  I turn the color of a lobster if I overdo it.  Damn this whiteness.  The temperature reached 84 degrees this afternoon in T-town.  Maybe a little hotter or cooler...depending on your location.

I’ve been trying to read over some paperwork.  God, I hate paperwork.  You see, I have to be sure to fill these forms out correctly.  The first time.  No exceptions.  I’m also trying to break down the gibberish into layman’s terms.  But that’s neither here nor there...

Hang on y’all, I must find some tunes to dig on.  !

OK, B.B. King sounds good for today.  JAKE...I believe I have either your CD or Comer’s CD, but I don’t know.  Who the hell knows???

So, now that I’m listening to music I still don’t have much to say.  Kind of surprising, huh?  ...

Well...ummm...let’s see here.  What in the hell can I talk about?  Seriously, I’m experiencing a "brain fart."  What the hell is a brain fart???

I made some Kool-Aid today.  Around lunchtime, I believe.  Lemon-lime...MMMM! 

I also got some networking done today.  I shouldn’t have decided on karaeoke last night.  Sorry Rhythym & Brews!!! 

My phone has stayed relatively quiet so far today.  Which is kind of scary to think about.  I bet you a quarter that my phone won’t stop vibrating and playing the "Halloween" theme for me all damn night.  Grr...

What the hell should I do tonight, I’m gonna be bored??  I may stay "in" or I may go "out."  Who the hell knows??  Maybe I’ll see you there!  Bua-hahahaha!!!! 

Gotta go, The Simpsons are coming on...

Later homeys!! 

"Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance?"--Edgar Bergen

Why, hell yeah it is.  It’s 5 o’clock in Tuscaloosa.  It’s apparently 5 o’clock at whatever beach Michelle and Brittany are at!!!  Damn, that was a loud phone call.  But highly entertaining, as always...

You see, the sudden urge to "blog" has taken complete control of me.  They just come out of leftfield sometimes.  Or maybe centerfield, I’m not sure.  Definitely not rightfield, because that’s where they stick the guy who throws like a girl.    Aaah, I crack myself up...

Spring is in the air, and I love it.   It’s almost flip-flop time again.  Finally. 

I love the unpredictable springtime weather in Alabama.  It’s sunny and hot on Monday, it’s rainy and stormy and hot on Tuesday, and it’s cold on Wednesday.  Go figure???  I also love thunderstorms.  So much excitement comes along with a strong thunderstorm.  You never know which way the storm will blow.  That’s awesome!!!  I think J.J. Cale said it best when he wrote "Call Me The Breeze." 

I know what your thinking, "I thought that was a Skynyrd song?"  Well, it was.  But it would not have been a Skynyrd song if some guitar-toting genius didn’t come around first. 

Hang on a second, I got a dumbass text message...

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    (why does the 8 button on this phone stick so damn bad?  it’s hard to make an 8, or a "t".)  

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OK, I’m back.  Stupid ass sticking button on my phone.  Grr...

Should I change the title of this "blog" since it is now 5:31?    No, I shouldn’t.  Or should I???  Damn, why am I so indecisive???  It’s drives me batty.

God, I wish I was at the beach.  Right freaking now, I want to fly my magic carpet to the beach.  But my magic carpet is actually a car.  A Buick.  "The" Buick, if you will.  Gas is so outrageous that I can barely afford to drive my happy ass to Northport, yet alone the beach.  Or to pick up the damn pizza. 

Speaking of my car, I need a clever name for it.  It’s gold and it’s a Buick Century.  Something along the lines of the "mystery machine."  But since someone beat me to that title, I need anyone’s suggestions. 

Well, I gotta run for now.  Too much stuff to do to be "blogging."  Seriously though, leave comments w/ suggestions for the name of my car.  The winner will be announced soon...

--Jeremy Bushey--

"If history repeats itself, and the unexpected always happens, how incapable must man be of learning from experience?"--George Bernard Shaw

OK, I have had a weird past 7 or 8 days.  Like...real weird.  Freaky kind of weird.  Any kind of adjective can be shoved in front of the word weird.  It all applies. 

So it started off, harmlessly, last Saturday night.  About 8 o'clock (-ish).  I had to get away.  Just get the hell out of Tuscaloosa.  I've been here too damn long.  I'm constantly under stress.  Why, I'm not sure.   ...

So I call up my buddy Heath, down in Mobile.  Heath, by the way, is an original memher of "The" Southern Comfort Band.  A founding father, if you will.  So, like the jackass that I am, I decide to head south for a while.  With my crappy car (Note to Buick:  FUCK YOU!!!)...

Heath is also chief songwriter for the band.  Considering I deal with freakin' songwriter's block everyday.  (Heath:  please link me your songs from that page...I am too lazy.) 

Anyways, where was I?  Oh yeah...

Heath and I go way back.  Too many good times together.  I think I remember something called "The Yorktown Sessions."  It just felt good to get away, you know?  Everybody has to do it to stay sane.

Mobile is weird.  Lot's of everybody.  Whatever kind of freak in the world you want to see, you can see them in Mobile.  Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course.  After all, it's that much closer to the beach.  

On Tuesday nite, the eve of band practice, another cell phone mishap occured.  Something got a hold of me and I just snapped.  Literally.  I snapped the damn thing in half.  Oddly enough, it still played "Hotel California" when someone called.  It was possesed.  ...

So Wednesday rolls around.  Wednesday, now that's a tricky word to spell...

I get back to town just in time for practice, just to find out one of our guitar players is struggling to catch a ride.  From Greensboro.  The town I just drove though an hour before.  Goddamn it!!!

And of course, my phone was broken. 

So we get through practice and I head to the house to get my spare cell phone.  And then, like the indecisive bastard I am, I was torn between staying up here or going back to get things accomplished.  I decided to head back.  There's something so peaceful and relaxing about driving down the highways at nite.  Especially, at night.  (Wow, I just spelled night two different ways.  How clever.) 

But, I must say that all the driving back and forth puts a strain on my car.  I was already way overdue for an oil change.  Way overdue...plus my tires are balding rapidly.  Especially the front one's.  Grr...

Thursday was a bad day.  I had a blowout.  The right front tire died.  And left me in the awkward position of scraping and limping the 30 or so yards left to Heath's driveway.  But, at least dinner was good.  I think...

Friday finds me having to go back to Tuscaloosa.  At least I had a gig, which got cancelled of course.  It is never a good idea to ride on your "doughnut" tire.

Mmm...donuts!  .

Seriously, there are not many places for air between there and here, especially when you need it.  Why can I breath in polluted air for free and have to pay 75 cents for compressed air?  For my stupid, crappy car.

"Heath, there is a wheel in your backyard that I regret leaving." 

Now, it's a beautiful, sunny afternoon.  The skies are blue and birds are chirping.  My car finally moved from Harry's.  Now it's at Goodyear.  Sitting still.  Watching cars go by.  I do thank the kind gentlemen who "hooked me up" with a tire.  But, you didn't finish your job.  I got screwed out of ten bucks.  At least there was a tire under my car this morning.  What part of "fix it" is hard to understand??? 

Oh well.  You live and learn.  Some people do it the hard way.  Some people don't.

Gotta go, the dog will not shut it's mouth.

--Jeremy Bushey--

OK, once again I am "blogging."  Not really, just another shameless plug...

www.myspace.com/busheyiscrazy

Hee hee hee!

What the hell is a shameless plug anyways.  After all...

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Wow.  I have no clue where the title came from?  Do you???

I have been very unsuccessful today, thus far.  I have trying to "blog" for five hours.  It has seriously taken me so long to make this stupid computer understand me.  Jesus, it's not that damn confusing is it?  ...

I actually had an "idea" for a blog at noon, but now I don't.  Hell, but at least there's a breeze.  ...

And rum.  And my guitar.  And a sudden burst of inspiration. 

Why do I have to turn on 3 or 4 things and use countless remotes just to listen to my Lynyrd Skynyrd???  And I'm not talking about "Freebird" or "Sweet Home Alabama."  Or their first two "studio" albums.  Everyone knows that their first two albums is the equivalent of the radio.  And the radio sucks.  Hell, even if you buy a stupid "compilation" album of Lynyrd Skynyrd tunes, you can never fully understand how wickedly awesome Lynyrd Skynrd was/is. 

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I've gone to my car to listen to Skynyrd...

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Why did I have to go to my crappy car just to listen to a cd???  Heath says hello.  Or did my phone steal Heath's voice and force me to type that???  What??? 

Yes, I am a simple kind of man.  I am all for progression but...

Oh well, I have wasted too much of my time today attempting to "blog" so I must get back to my guitar. 

Sorry if I wasted anyone's time.  ...

Peace out.

--Jeremy Bushey--