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It's a Consumption Thing |
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Saturday, 26 February 2011 01:37 |
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 Come on universe ~ gimme some attitude on this Tampa Bay Friday night. Dish up some of that chaos that is supposed to equate "living" and release me from the doldrums of excessive individualistic hermit-ville. My hair is longer, beard agrowin' and in truth, I really don't give a fuck about it all (even if I deep down actually do).
Maybe it's the excessive long hours here in front of this keyboard & monitor. Maybe it's the early Florida spring with the birds singing and the cute girls smiling. Maybe it's the old need to wear black and sing along with my fingers playing my Guild. Whatever way, the energy is coursing through me and I feel the urge to ignite. Wish I had a band. Need to wind up and let go.
It's not that the dark unknown is calling, it's that my spirit is barking. It's that powerful reaching out and grasping ~ taking ~ engulfing. It's the white knuckles and the half-smirk. These eyes have seen plenty and now I require further depth. It's a consumption thing.
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Last Updated on Saturday, 19 March 2011 01:25 |
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Some Doctor Jokes |
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Thursday, 17 February 2011 08:16 |
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These are some doctor jokes I wrote. My friend Brett Robinson and I started doing this a few years back (usually after being over-served) and it still makes for a laugh.
Attracted
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Pain in the butt
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Gun
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Testicles
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Last Updated on Thursday, 17 February 2011 09:49 |
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Largo Blues |
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Friday, 28 January 2011 09:01 |
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 Fucking Largo.
What a dead place for a songwriter to live.
Blue-hair central.
The social environment of a one horse town.
What the hell am I doing here?!
Yeah, yeah, family. Yeah, yeah.
Music scene???
Nope.
Well, unless you include 'Margaritaville' covers,
Blues jams and those God-awful hardcore death metal bands with their devil hand signs and screaming front men.
Cool, man.
Yeah, okay.., I do give it up for their musicianship and effort.
They're out there so I should shut the hell up.
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Last Updated on Monday, 14 February 2011 05:41 |
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Dream of Gig |
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Monday, 22 March 2010 15:14 |
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Just had an incredibly lucid dream about Gig last night. I was flying (Superman style) 5 feet above S. Shady Hollow and saw him walking up the street. He looked slightly pale and had a shy smile, like a boy who may have done something wrong but who was happy to see me. I was so, so shocked and walked toward him with my mouth open and was asking him, "Gig?! Is that you?!" I kept asking him over and over and he then became concerned and asked if I was okay.
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Last Updated on Saturday, 19 February 2011 21:04 |
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Gavin "Gig" Wilson" |
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Thursday, 19 November 2009 16:38 |
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I lost my best friend a few days ago. Suicide. Nothing written can express the loss I feel. He was in my life from age 3 or 4 and was a very significant part of my life until the end. I pray for his family and will move forward in a much lesser world.
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Last Updated on Monday, 14 February 2011 02:27 |
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