So last show at Bobby T’s I wore this goofy shirt I remember thinking to myself "I’m glad everyone is coming to see Trevor" I hoped I wouldn’t die wearing that shirt
I don’t even have a stocking hat I’ve been wearing a Santa hat I ended up with it in high school I don’t remember if it was Show Chior or Student Council Take me to jail
Lucas called me a desk jockey the other day I guess I deserved it for calling him weak We were unloading an entertainment center I may drive a computer all day I’m still bigger than he is
I’ve been a big fan of Garth Brooks for as long as I can remember. Hell, people used to call me Garth after my dubious flirtation with a wireless headset microphone in high school. I’ve been quite excited to hear his version of the Mike McClure song, "I’d Rather Have Nothing", which he put on his Lost Sessions CD included in his new Wal Mart boxed set. Ty England had previously covered it and ruined it by rewriting it, so I knew there was a chance that Garth wouldn’t stay true to the song. My suspicions were sadly confirmed. First, it was one of McClure’s weaker songs, and after what Garth did to it, I wouldn’t even claim it if I were Mike. I’d claim the check, though.
Thanks Trevor and Kade, Jim and Emily, Mason and Chris, Mario and Lou, and everyone who came out last night.
It was our last show
Of 2005
We had a good set, opening for the Trevor Burgess Band. Kade Gile and I ended up doing a song swap at the end of the night. I’ve always wanted to do that.
I have figured out the secret of life. You can’t wait for others to amuse you. You can’t expect it because it won’t happen. You have to amuse yourself, whether to the amusement of others or at their expense.
I’ve been re-watching season one of Boston Legal because it’s that good. I’ve realized that some days are Denny Crane days and some days are Alan Shore days. Today is a very Denny Crane day.
I have four hours to finish a press release, tweak an auction flyer, and write a TV commercial. Denny Crane.
It looks like it’s time for a new month and another entry. I was going to write about how it’s been a month since my last posting. I just checked and found my last post to have been made on 1 November. Hey, December.
November wasn’t bad. It saw the birthdays of cousin John Graham, friend Captain Robert Lee Spector, and my sister Erica.
It was a good month at the Purple Wave. I went back to school to receive my Certified Estate Specialist designation from the NAA Education Institute. Fewer than 300 people in the world have that designation. We had seven auctions and we started receiving our inventory of powersports. Check them out at www.purplewave.com.
Having sold my truck in the last week of October, I finally bought something else to drive. I’ve been wanting a big Cummins engine for a long time and I finally found something with enough miles to put it in my price range.
November saw our first official Aaron Traffas Band show at Harbour Lights in Lawrence. We learned much about what we need to do better, but we also learned that we have something positive to which we can look forward.
Tomorrow we’re playing in Tonganoxie with the Trevor Burgess Band. Saturday will find both bands back here in Manhattan at Bobby T’s.
I’m on my way back from an auction in Council Grove right at the moment (wireless Internet is wonderful). Just don’t blog and drive.
I seem to have gotten drunk last night and ordered tickets to see Shinedown in Kansas City on Friday. That makes three concerts this week. Tonight I’m headed to see the Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash with G. Tomorrow night is the Randy Rogers show at Longhorns. I thought I quit this shit.
I’ve been playing around on Facebook too much lately. What an enormous waste of time. Speaking of which……..
I found out late last Wednesday that I was playing on Thursday the 20th with Blaine from the Blaine Younger Band at Pat’s. I ended up having to miss Bleu, but we had a hell of a time. I think. I don’t really remember much past 200 Miles Away. They were bringing up shots-and-a-half of Tequilla. I’m such a noob I took them all. I woke up on the north side of Anderson Ave. at 7:00am and hobbled a mile to my sister’s.
Saturday was a very fun time at Bobby T’s. I had the honor of playing with Robert Hildreth. After last Saturday, he’s decided to be done with music for at least the time being. My hat’s off to him and I hope he changes his mind.
Thanks a bunch to everyone who came out Thursday and Saturday.
I sold my truck $1000 diesel Now I just need to find another
Spinach for breakfast Going to tailgate First time for everything Who’s playing?
