Light.

You have to wait for the light to defuse.

Trust me on this.It is imperative ,it lends much to the moment. Gives it that mid 70’s Valium drenched,macrame pot-holder, tube sock wearing vibe. Feet on the sun cracked dashboard, singing at the top of your Marlboro mauled lungs and you would up and swear on a stack of bibles that you are gonna be young and full of juice forever because nothing this sweet could ever grow old……The soundtrack mashes up your very marrow and all you want to do,in no particular order is get kissed,set something large on fire and eat ice cream.

I spend so much time in my head. Making lists. Dreaming of soft suede boots with stacked heels and Anita Pallenburg being my mother. Of making out all hot and heavy with the ocean. Ernie Ball endorsements so I don’t have to boil my bass strings anymore. Silver and gold confetti.You know…the important shit.

Professor Chicken tells me that Meldrum is going to get moving again.He tells me to write him about what I have been up to and to get ready to do press again.I felt it in my waters a while back and I am rarely wrong when I up and listen to my churning gut instincts. Gene is finally off the road and I know that that album is as precious to me as it is to him.I wonder if this means that I finally get to go home? To tour again? I am fed up with my exile on Lame street. I miss Gene,Laura and Frieda so much.Heading up to Fear Factory’s rehearsal room downtown,Huge hugs from Burton and Byron and the usual stink eye from Dino.

Would you believe that I even miss that!

But I miss Michelle the most,we all do…..

Even after all this time I still expect to see her name flash up on my phone and to pick up where we left off. To hear that laugh and for her to call me “Dear” and make me feel all goofy and nine years old.So many stages we never got to play together. It twists deep into my heart like a bitter drill-bit.

I think that it always will.

I am heading back to the haven of my dope drenched hermanos down south as soon as this last show is wrapped up and I can’t fucking wait. I need to be with my band damn it!  The spanky good news is that I think that I have it all worked out when it comes to arrangement and the last few vocals thank fuck! .Been talking to Mo Mayhem of the Hell City Glamors about recording us soon and he is keen. Just have to get it all hammered out and the boys up to speed on the songs so we can knock it out within a few days and then start playing. My manicure is a constant mess and my calluses are fire proof. That’s when you know that I have actually been playing and not just saying that I have been to assuage my guilt.

Heh.

It must be said though,singing while bassing is a whole different and far more difficult beast than singing while gitfiddling. I get lost! I am working so fucking hard at it because I hate to fail.Grrrr! Its also a lot more hypnotic.I get locked in it and forget the bridge.James Brown would fire me for sure.

Thank Elvis that I have Jase to be the Geezer to my Eric A.

I feel this band. I have never heard anything like it. I sure as shit have never played or sang like this.I was trying to explain to my much missed whiskey twin Mark Gardner,what it sounds like. I think that I was blathering on about Sabbath and Jane’s Addiction having a baby that was weened on methadone and Dr Pepper.Or something.He laughed and said that he can’t wait to hear it. I said to expect spastic postcards.He is working with Turbonegro now. I told him to say hey for me.

Remind me one day to expand on my “2851” theory.

“Oh Michele!” I hear you exclaim “Do tell us what it is!”

The jist?

Ok ,brace yourselves.Though much research while stuck in transit over many moons and miles of touring I have worked out that  there are exactly 2851 people on Planet Rock and we all know/have worked/have played with/have fallen out with/have dated each other. Its spooky in its accuracy.

It also proves that I am a social retard with too much time on their hands.

One who is also getting a shit load of new tattoos over the next month. Finally found an artist who is will to do my “Whitetrash” tattoo. Joy!

No complaints here.