The Living Rockumentary

Tony, I wouldn't say I'm not a Freedy fan. It took me a few years, but I can credit Stop and Shop for getting me into him. No, my sister or Ken couldn't do it for me back in '94. It took hanging around in the cooler stocking milk and having "This Perfect World" move me to tears. Funny what tough manual labor can do to a sensitive guy like me. "Walk Away Renee" and "All Things Must Past" did the same to me at Stop and Shop. Sniff sniff, the day job is so sad.
But yeah, they played about 6 Freedy songs on the store satellite station. AS WELL AS Love (Alone Again Or) so, there's the connection.
But Tony, I suggest we instead raid Freedy's dressing room, or at least see what they serve the real stars at the Iron Horse. Or, set up the drums and a big Marshall stack on the stage but never come up on stage.

So, happy holodays to everyone. I have no scary ghost stories, but I had a series of unpleasant dreams last night that were supposed to be funny. Like about a bear being electrocuted up in a tree; and me going in the ocean in Hawaii, coming up with many crustations stuck painfully on my body, then having them served to me for dinner. In the dream, there was a laugh track, or at least, people laughing in the background. But I found it all pretty disturbing.

I have changed the title of my album to "The New Moustache". Really. I think. The old title will now be the title of the first song. I have made a satisfactory song order.

Tonight, Andrea and I will make dinner, go to Bright Nights (first time for both of us), exchange gifts and probably (surprise!) watch more Sopranos episodes.
I will see you all after the holiday, and perhaps we'll hang out on the New Year's Eve. Ning and I will learn about what people do when they are not the center of attention, but still surrounded by drunk revellers.