I realize by the responses of "where the hell have you been" and "I thought you were dead" I've be getting lately that I've been a bit more reclusive than usual. Be assured it is unintentional. But below is just a recap of the last couple months and what hell has been going on… again… for those that give a damn.
First off, many thanks to everyone that has either bought a hard copy at a show, online, or downloaded a copy of my new album and/or dropped a nice review of it on one of the many sites.
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All of you kick ass in an extra kick ass kind of way for the support – if anyone tells you otherwise you have my permission to stab him/her in the taint with the eating utensil of your choice. (Remember, closer to the plate is for the entrée, so make those count.)
An additional thanks to the hundreds that have "bought me as a pet" over the last couple months… I, sadly, do not trust applications on this already cluttered thing so I will never know "how much you think I'm worth." I'm going to guess around 1.2 million Pepsi Points or roughly 25,000 wooden nickels. But I do appreciate it.
I've been moving pretty steady on the road since February and am currently enjoying some time off to go through the shows I recorded and get some new video clips up here and audio downloads on my site. Not to mention the pics I've been neglecting. (sadly non are from the Gay Pride weekend in Pensacola beach I stumbled into last Monday while attempting to see my buddy Tuck's band "The Dirty Mother Tuckers" perform… though a very nice lesbian lady did punch me in the arm and say "nice board shorts" while pointing out what I assume to be another lesbian she found attractive… I did not. But I appreciated the inclusion and tried my best not to act like she hurt my arm.)
Before the P'Cola debocle (working backwards) there was the well over capacity crowd in Ft. Walton Beach – over double if what I was told was correct. Not real sure if anyone heard what I was attempting to scream over the chaos in the back of the room, but it was fun. Also ran into my other buddy Tucker that night… and a different band… and some guy who felt it necessary to walk into the green room with no pants on. Maybe I should've given them directions to Pensacola…
Before FWB was the lovely Panama City Beach, where I did two shows on boat. The first one had a seven year old on board who was nice enough to allow himself to be interview by the local paper regarding the show, and even nicer not to mention my constant offering to buy him a beer,
Preceding PCB was Gulf Shores/Orange beach and a rained out concert that led to drinking and a hazy recollection of slurring a Waffle House order before realizing speaking was no longer an option. I may have ordered a turtle sandwich… not really sure.
Then there's Columbus, Cordele, Little Rock, Wichita, Nassau, Charlotte, DC, and some others mixed with varying degrees of ridiculousness. Like the man who interrupted my show in Charlotte to walk on stage and inform me he was a U.S. Marshall. I have no fucking clue why, nor do I expect the explanation to warrant his need of presenting this fact. Wish I had taped that one though… just so I have clear picture of him to place at the ticket counter next I'm there.
Let's see what else…. Well the Bahamas gave me a stalker from some central or south American country (I have a lovely voice mail I'll be animating shortly) a 77 year old man received a lap dance from a young lady in the audience in southern Georgia. A man introduced himself to me as a "proud racist" in Little Rock, and I think (think) I was propositioned by a trucker somewhere between Wichita, Kansas and Springfield, MO.
So it's been a pretty stable, uneventful few months.
I'll have a more entertaining blog up soon explaining my love of karaoke and why the police wont let me pantomime while others sing. Again, this one was just for those that give a damn.
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-davis