screwvenir
anything that you keep (whether stolen or given to you) from someone's house after you've slept with them.
Oh How true. I have things autographed from bands I have toured with that seem to be hot items. Albums I have Mastered, Worked on, People I have met. And my Kreator Sweat Suit. Nobody steals that. It has happened. That morning ended quickly.
So I was told last night I was like Ashby from Californication? Never saw the show. I dont watch alot of tv so I do not know what the show is. They said I was free wheeling like him. Kind of childish like him, and I do what I love. So I guess that is good.
It's not like my life or house is wanton abandon. I have a very expensive stereo and analog rack stuff but that is for my job. I don't flash it around. In fact I don't tell a lot of folks where I live due to that fact. Drop by's in the daytime really interrupt what I am doing so I discourage it. Night I can handle it. Some folks have the Ok. I am not paranoid but I would hate to come home and have it all gone. If somebody stole my guitars I would go on a rampage.
So my solitude is mostly due to the fact that I have stuff I do not want stolen. When I moved back to colorado I had a king hell security system installed to allow me to go and work outside of the sticks. And the house sitter I used to have for the dog was someone I implicitly trusted.
I do not know why I am babbling.....Just a snapshot of my world I guess. And the high powered cold meds I am on, seems I got something somewhere. And the dry air up here really fires it off. So it is famous soup day and maybe an afternoon of Coltrane and stare at the snow. Dreaming of girls and seeing if my pet elk fritz (as I call him) brings his girlfriends by. Elk turds fertilize my lawn of noxious weeds as the county calls them. Most folks call them mountain flowers. I have a lot of columbine, indian paint brush and a few others. The Elk like them. It is not uncommon to see a 1200 lb Buck out there munching away in the spring. Most of the animals my old dog used to chase off have come back. Much to the chagrin of my neighbor the Nuge. Who wants to kill anything that moves with his bow and arrow. He could not hit the side of a barn if he tried. He just likes the image and propaganda that Ted Nugent spews. He has been trying to poison the fox that has sequestered himself somewhere in my woods. I call him Red Fox, he hates honkeys. It might be the fact I have woods and he does not.
Ok \ Babble off.
anything that you keep (whether stolen or given to you) from someone's house after you've slept with them.
Oh How true. I have things autographed from bands I have toured with that seem to be hot items. Albums I have Mastered, Worked on, People I have met. And my Kreator Sweat Suit. Nobody steals that. It has happened. That morning ended quickly.
So I was told last night I was like Ashby from Californication? Never saw the show. I dont watch alot of tv so I do not know what the show is. They said I was free wheeling like him. Kind of childish like him, and I do what I love. So I guess that is good.
It's not like my life or house is wanton abandon. I have a very expensive stereo and analog rack stuff but that is for my job. I don't flash it around. In fact I don't tell a lot of folks where I live due to that fact. Drop by's in the daytime really interrupt what I am doing so I discourage it. Night I can handle it. Some folks have the Ok. I am not paranoid but I would hate to come home and have it all gone. If somebody stole my guitars I would go on a rampage.
So my solitude is mostly due to the fact that I have stuff I do not want stolen. When I moved back to colorado I had a king hell security system installed to allow me to go and work outside of the sticks. And the house sitter I used to have for the dog was someone I implicitly trusted.
I do not know why I am babbling.....Just a snapshot of my world I guess. And the high powered cold meds I am on, seems I got something somewhere. And the dry air up here really fires it off. So it is famous soup day and maybe an afternoon of Coltrane and stare at the snow. Dreaming of girls and seeing if my pet elk fritz (as I call him) brings his girlfriends by. Elk turds fertilize my lawn of noxious weeds as the county calls them. Most folks call them mountain flowers. I have a lot of columbine, indian paint brush and a few others. The Elk like them. It is not uncommon to see a 1200 lb Buck out there munching away in the spring. Most of the animals my old dog used to chase off have come back. Much to the chagrin of my neighbor the Nuge. Who wants to kill anything that moves with his bow and arrow. He could not hit the side of a barn if he tried. He just likes the image and propaganda that Ted Nugent spews. He has been trying to poison the fox that has sequestered himself somewhere in my woods. I call him Red Fox, he hates honkeys. It might be the fact I have woods and he does not.
Ok \ Babble off.
You and I, same page.
If/when I ever get up there, we'll have to hang out.