Damn, I Like It Here
10.08.06 (1:31 am) [edit]"A girl once told me 'If God meant for us to suck dick, he'd make come taste like chocolate. I said, 'Yeah, well maybe he made it taste like bleach so you'd remember to do the laundry.'" - Doug Stanhope
Fucking great gig tonight, blew the afternoon one out of the goddamn water.
A slow start, but once it kicked in, I was pretty much finger-fucking T's drum set with my bass all night. Christ, it's so nice to play with a drummer who can groove, has chops, AND does some real tasty semi-inventive stuff that comes out of nowhere to surprise you sometimes.
Towards the beginning, while it was still warming up, I had this moment of longing right in the middle of a song, a pain in my chest missing M, feeling weird about not being able to look to my right and see him there with his guitar, ready for me to pull out some stupid lick to just fuck with him, like I've done a zillion times. At the same time, I was loving P's playing. She's so damn cool when she remembers what key she's in.
This weird mix was going through my head, and I was starting to feel a little off, a little sad. Then suddenly T started playing some weird shit off his cowbell, and I forgot all about that sentimental crap the rest of the night and fuckin' ROCKED.
Knowing T for years, but not ever really being close to him, it was funny how well we connected just as people. He's a sick fuck like I am, so after we were done and I went to get my double scotch for the end of the night, we started trading off vaguely homosexual innuendo as we broke gear down.
I got serious for a moment and told him how much I loved grooving with him on Brown Eyed Girl, which he completely has transformed for me from the fairly soggy versions I had to endure with the old drummer, and he simply said. "I ain't going home with you, bitch. Stop blowing smoke up my ass."
"I didn't want to fuck you, assbag. I just wanted a blowjob. You don't know what you're missing, you little cunt. I'm the best one and a half inches of semi-soft whiskey dick you'll now NEVER HAVE, ya fuck."
Now you know why I drink. I ain't quick enough to whip this shit out sober.
Damn. I want to stay.
Love,
Dougie
posted by: SupremeAnna (reply)
post date: 10.08.06 (12:45 am)
Er, I'm confused - was this about a music gig or a really good one-night stand? ;)
posted by: eraserhead667 (reply)
post date: 10.08.06 (6:10 am)
With me, it's hardl;y any kind of difference. It ends with everyone leaving and me coming home to spank it.