“I’ll be in my basement room
With my needle and my spoon
And some other girl to try and ease my pain away”
Paraphrased slightly from “Dead Flowers”, Jagger/Richards
It’s been in my head all day. I’ve been telling myself for the last six months that I’m going to learn that damn song. I still haven’t gotten around to it yet.
Saw Josh Jacobs last night. He came out to try and get the truck running better than an old lame dog. No dice, but we got to catch up on stuff and other things.
It rained last night
It’s supposed to rain tonight
We’re 158/750 done with harvest
Yeah, I know it can be reduced. Piss off.
Had some calls wondering when I’ll be at Buster’s again. It’s the 26th of this month. I actually have heard of a friend of my parents coming from Arizona only for the show. I hope the scenery is good.
Don’t use an electric grinder on fiberglass above your head.
For all of you addicted to musicians’ weblogs, I would like to suggest Scott “Bignoggan” Copeland. Like me, he has a big head. He has a tremendously funny, though vulgar, weblog. Check it out.