I'm A Very Bad Boy (Redux)

I'm A Very Bad Boy (Redux)

My name
My phone number

I would love to talk to you some more soon. I'm in town (except for tonight) through Monday morning.

You, my dear, are a treasure.

Doug

This time she looked away. Blushing like a schoolgirl. "I'll see you this weekend."

THIS weekend? Uh...that implies tomorrow. Did she mean NEXT, when I said I'd be back to the store? Or...I need to think about something else. Not taht I've been ABLE to think about much else for hours now. My chest has been pounding, my brain has been a mess. And I'll be damned if I haven't loved it.

But I have been listening to a double CD comp of Roky Erickson from 2005 I got from the library. I was shocked to find that the album I had is apparantly re-recorded versions - most of what is on this comp is different versions of nearly all my favorites. Some I like better, some not, but it's all cool, and there are several goodies I hand't heard before.

I'm gonna have the band soundcheck on a minor blues progression tonight and sing Don't Slander Me on top of it. I can't fuckin' wait.

I took my desk to my Grandma's. She handed me an envelope right when I walked in the door.

A seriously helpful check. Not ass-saving, but far more than I'd have imagined, and I'd not asked her for anything. A very kind gift that will catch me on on my phone bill, pay my next month's car insurance, and take care of this week's gas and food.

Time to go rock. This place LOVES us, and we can play harder here than anywhere else we go. Based on what I did in the car today, I think I'm going to be singing well. Bass should be interesting. My arms are sore from all the shit I've been lifting and doing this week. And...OK...that other thing hasn't helped... :)

I'll be thinking of her while I play tonight, of course...

Love,
Dougie