I'm An Upstart - Angelic Upstarts

Photo by Matt Brown.

It was my birthday yesterday. Seemed like as good a reason as any to post something on here.

Thanks to everyone for all the well wishes and happy thoughts. It's always a trip to me that anyone gives a fuck about anybody nowadays, and when people take the time to call, text, or even post something up on Facebook, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and moist on the inside. Mmmmmm... moist. Such a vulgar word, isn't it? Yeah, it is.

I got lots of records and CD's for my birthday. It's like my friends know me or something. Oh, and, of course, tacos. Lots and lots of tacos. Not real tacos, per se, but for me, they're real enough, because the option of NOT having tacos is just incomprehensible to me. Huh? What? Who said that. Fuck that. So I put a smile on my face and eat the food I can and make sure everyone around me is having a good time. It's good to know who your real friends are, who your acquaintances are, and who the 'it's casual' people in your Life are. Life's too short to be fucking around with bullshit people, that's for sure.

With everything going on with me medically, I find little time or interest in updating the website. I go to gigs, I play gigs, and believe me, it's a drain on me, it's hard, but the whole aspect of going out to see bands play is just losing it's appeal to me. The bars here in town put on gigs with 6-8 bands on them, and I just don't feel the urge to check out 5 shitty bands just to wait until 2 in the morning to see the band I want to see. The thought of going to someone's dirty hobo house to see a band play with a bunch of young, clueless kids I have no business being around is abhorrent and nauseating to me. I'm not that desperate to be cool like others close to my age who hang in that scene. Going downtown to feed off the pulse of the city holds no appeal to me. The thought bores me to tears. It must be that I'm finally getting old... LOL I think I'm coming to grips with this 'getting old' thing. I think I'm OK with how things are going, in every aspect of my Life. The fact that I made it this long is something I thought I'd never see when I was a dumb kid running the streets of Hollywood what seems like millions of years ago. Different lifetime. Different world. Different person than I am today, and that's OK. I've lived to tell the tale. I'm grateful that I have the friends I do, and I'm happy that I could spend the time with them that I did. I got to talk to them, and hang out with them on my birthday. That was the best gift that I got. I went to sleep very happy that night.

To quote Bob... Life is good! ;-)

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