We were pulling into Riverside when my phone began to ring. I knew who it was and what that call pertained to. I have an evil twin brother named MG The Visionary. You do not want to meet him. We cannot tour together. If we did, I’d be Axl and he’d be Slash and my Northridge home would be on some table in some casino in some state. I waited while my Sidekick rang. After three calls and six texts, I answered. “Dude, due to technical difficulties, you have to let me go on right before you, bro.” I paused. “Why?” I knew why. “Cause, bro, I don’t want to go on too early. Plus, you know I’m gonna pull at least 50 people, and they all show up late, you know that!” I didn’t. I said yes, of course, because that’s what the girl in a relationship does. MG pulled around seven people, all on his list, and performed till 1:30am. I played for 20 minutes, but spent my time walking the smooth dry and dangerous sidewalks of Phoenix with my band, Peter Daily and Davey Rockit. It was their Art Walk first Thursday and around 10,000 people cruised the street popping heads in and out of venues and art shops. We met our friends and talked loud and in slow motion and we waved our hands a lot. The show was ultimately a success. MG did kill it and I fell in love with the city and her particular pirates again. The men are all Mel Gibson in the Thunderdome and the women are very sharp and will cut you if asked politely.
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Interesting look into the mind of an artist, lol! :-) Keep doin it for Him and God bless ya!! See ya next time you’re around the OC!
Mr Duncan,
2 guys enter a pub laughing gayly, billowing thunderous songs of battles & brothels. Best friends: one is me, neither are you...yeah, you know EXACTLY what I’m speaking hither you twitty postpunk, chamomileteadrinking posterboy for...um...something REALLY silly and s-n-i-d-e...and...inherently evilesque. Not completely consumed by EVIL, but def nonkosher, possibly postkosherish.
Spot on. Good to see you...for the 5 minutes I wasn’t killing it my darn self. God bless.
You are an incredible writer! I could read hundreds of pages of your wit and humor!
it was first friday’s not first thursday.......but it was a fun time while it lasted. can’t comprehend why they had you go on at 1:30 am....doesn’t make sense. well maybe it does....it gave all the wino’s and dead people enuff time to look in the mirror and ask seemingles questions about there ex’s and what mexican restaraunt would be open. you caught the ear of the sinner,saint, punk rawker, gangsta,hip hip head and the lonley girls alike.
good job my friend.
peace
inside the day of sir juanny…
thanks for sharin.
love ya mon.
K, bye
Do you have a serious bone in your body? John needs an off switch. lol
PJ you should write a novel.