Spring Break

In the mid 80's I played in a band that toured the east coast and we were fortunate enough to play spring break in Florida. We started in Daytona went to Orlando then Tampa, Sarasota, Bradenton, Naples, back to Orlando then finished in Daytona. I can't really remember the name of the bar in Daytona. I remember it was on 4th st, ave whatever, 4th somthing. Only a couple blocks from the beach and they had a mini 2 bedroom apartment on top of the bar for the band to stay in. There was an oyster bar right next club. It was the first and last time that I've eaten oysters. To me, they were just gross. Our drummer, however, thought they were the cats behind and practically lived there during the day. He tried to explain to me how it increases your stamina and drive. All I could think of was why would he want to do that with his girlfriend 11oo miles away. I guess that explained the long showers. Moving on to erase that thought from my head, there was a dome on the beach, kinda like the Hollywood bowl, where they had concerts and whatever. I went there a couple times during the week and went inside, backstage. There wasn't any locked doors. Backstage was pretty much full of junk like broken chairs and such. It had a downstairs where the dressing rooms were. They were in pretty bad condition as well. The place felt haunted tho. I did find a picture that looked like it was taken in the early 1900's of a little boy on the beach. Felt kinda spooked when I looked at it so I ended up leaving it behind. Anyways, the week we were playing there, Heart was doing a free outdoor concert for spring break(hopefully, they cleaned up the dressing rooms and backstage for them). I tried to convince the other band members that we should go to the show, but I guess they didn't want to deal with the crowds. I ended up going by myself which was fine anyway because I think they would have kept me of making my way to the front. I had made my way to the front row by telling people that my girlfriend was up there or pointing over to someone I didn't know and yell "wait up" and people would generously let me through to my imaginary friend. So by doing that and making a few other sly moves, I had reached the front row ahead of what I guess would be at least 50,000 people. I had guitar picks with me that had the name of our band on them and threw one and hit Ann on the left breast, only to get a dirty look back in return...Sorry Ann. I was only trying to promote our band. I then saw this girl basically doing what I did to get up front. She was inching her way around people, weaving in and out. She made her way right in front of me and turned around, looked me in the eyes and passed out into my arms. She was really drunk or stoned or whatever. I started yelling at Crowd Control holding her in one arm and pointing with the other for them to take her. They told her to get my girlfriend out of there. I kept telling them she's not mine and finally after some convincing, they pulled her over the security rail and took her away. All in all, it was a good show but I had to leave early because we were playing that night. One other memory from Daytona, our guitar player had managed to score that night and we happen to have a "Where's the Beef" bumper sticker which we happily applied to his buttocks after we snuck into the room he was trying to prove his manhood in.

I'll have to pause here and tell you more about the other cities at a later date. Okay, I know I always say I'll write more about a subject at the end of most of my post and I will eventually.

I won the Lottery....C-ya

It was only $2 tho. :( I guess I have to stick around a while longer. I often fantasize about winning the big pot though. I have to wonder how it would change my life and the life of those around me. I know as far as those around me...loved ones and friends( the friends that were friends before I won), they would definatlely be taken care of for life financially. But how would it change me? What do you do with all that new found money. I read where people have gone nuts and blown all their winnings and wind up being poor again only this time it's harder because they got used to the lavish lifestyle. I'd like to think that I wouldn't be that way. Of course I would buy a few things and spoil myself and a few others right away, but I think I would rather put the bulk of it away for at least a year and think about what to do with all that money. During that first year, of course, we'd be living in a nice house on a lake or in the woods by a lake or something of that nature. There would have to be some acreage involved for the dogs to have a place to run around and maybe poop in the woods so I don't have to clean it :D I think ther would also have to be a tennis/basketball/ice skating area by the pool. Can't be too healthy lol. Ideally, I would want something like in "Funny Farm" with Chevy Chase...without the strange neighbors.

I'd also like to think that I could do some good with the money. For about the past 20 years or so, I've wanted to produce and play on a concept album and donate proceedings to shelters around the country. I even figured out how to distribute it so every community gets their share.
I figure that if you get a few big stars to play on it like Peter Gabriel, U2 or Sting, you know, people who like doing that sort of thing. it would sell better. For distribution, you would have these CD's for sale in a local music store or Walmart or whatever in a display. Say for example it cost $3 to make the cd, per 10,000, you give a store 100 to sell for $15. They get $1 for selling it, and the remaining $11 goes to a local shelter. Just for example, hypothetically this thing gets huge. You sell 100,000 cd's in L.A., that's $1,100,000 for shelters in the L.A. area. A small town in the midwest that doesn't have homeless or shelters yet has a comunity fund. They sell 100 cd's and would have $1100 in thier"Community Chest for emergencies or whatever. Everyone would benefit and I think it gives more incentive than the charities that go to one location. So many times, people ask you to contribute to a cause and only a small portion of what is raised actually goes to that cause. Of course to get this off the ground , I have to win the lottery to pay for the big stars and recording, pressing cd's and whatever other cost arise. I guess it has to be a big jackpot lol. But hey, if you reading this, know any big time rockstars, producers and/or whatever that would want to participate in this, let me know.

K, that was my good deed. For my lifestyle, I don't need a mansion cause basically, you have to then clean it or hire someone to clean it. I don't need 50 antique cars, armani suits( I don't own a suit now, why start ), pompous- hoity toity people telling me how to act proper and rich, a pedicure for my dogs , a maid or a butler, I do need someone to mow the lawn tho...not my favorite thing to do. I also don't need caviar, a yacht, tea and crumpets, knickers(for polo), gear to play polo... I think you get my point. What I do need...Red Wings season tickets, some good recording equipment, a Durango or Blazer to pull my fishing boat, a nice fire pit in the back yard(by the lake) for friends to roast mashmellows or weenies on hot summer nights with a couple 12 packs of beer, a Winnebago for travelling this great nation whenever we want, probably should get some new jeans, t-shirts and underwear, and maybe a decent haircut(still going to keep it long tho). I may have to splurge for a massage too. I've never had one professionally. I hear it's pretty nice. And if I don't get a house in the woods, I'll hire someone that did me wrong in the past to clean the dog poop in the yard. Oh, and a hammer for my alarm clock. Don't think I'll be returning to work.

That's just a few ideas I've had on what to do if I won the lottery. What would you do?

So what!

I realize my last post was kind of depressing...sorry! Anyway , I'm not exactly sure what to write about but I just wanted to get the depressing crap off the top of my page. I decided to hit the next blog button and see what others were doing. DON'T HIT THE NEXT BLOG BUTTON YET! Whew that was close.
So... alot of people seem to think that we need to know what book they are reading now. Since most of my reading is done in the bathroom, I really don't think you care what I'm reading. I have subscribed recently tho, to Bass Master. A friend of mine got me hooked, pardon the pun, on bass fishing last year. I won't bore you with all that stuff in case you could care less. Next, I noticed a lot of people have blogs on stars in Hollywierd. I have a life and could care about the poor pitiful rich actors and actresses who cry because they broke a nail or didn't get that award. Well don't fear about the award, with the way things are going, there's almost an award show on a weekly basis. They do this so eventually you can get your stinken award and feel better about yourself. I think the only award show that should count is the peoples choice. All the other ones, well, they're just patting themselves on the back. Pretty soon, we'll have an award show for the best award show. Get over yourselves. I don't get any awards for working hard everyday, taking care of my family or whatever else I may do. My award is simply the fact that I am still alive to enjoy whatever life has to offer. Don't need no plaque for that.

Other blogs I found had some helpful PC stuff and some recipies and helpful stuff like that. I also like reading about people in different parts of the world. There are a lot of interesting people out there that I think would be fun to meet. There are some people blogging out there that, quite frankly, I'm glad I haven't met. To each his own I guess. What I'm trying to say is that no matter what you're interested in, you can always find people with the same interest or learn about what ever you want. I've decided I like the blogging stuff. It's quicker and easier than building a website.

Well I've managed to acheive my goal of moving the depressing stuff further down the page. Sorry for the meaningless blog. Feel free to hit the next blog button now