First thing’s first – hippies need to learn how to rock. When I think of a rock show, the first thing that comes to my mind is ROCK. Not standing around listening to the same guitar noodling over and over. Next time I’m invited I don’t think I’m gonna go.
Here are a few highlights of my trip to Muskegon this past weekend:
- I got joey cape on vinyl in the 300 limited edition brown color. Score! The bad thing is they forgot to ship my t-shirt.
- I saw Bill Whiting at a bar with a Hartford whalers sweatshirt on.
- I saw my dear friend Craig Belasco for the first time in a year and a half.
- I went to Rachel’s dear friends engagement party and apparently called her by her sister’s name. Next time this happens, someone speak up! I have no recollection of this and if someone said something I wouldn’t feel like such an ass.
- Last but not least, I got to “bro out” with the best of friends(and possibly made some new ones).
The thing is here, the holidays bring out the best in everyone. Rock band can make anyone a star. As for me, I am off to work for a few days then its back to vacation. The red wings are playing the blackhawks this year and I have to get my game face on. Here’s to all the haters who told me I would never host a radio show (and those who say not showering in three days is disgusting).
This looks like someone I know:
