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someone, tell me why this is good or bad. i'm not thinking for myself anymore. |
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i tried to invite you. twice. the first time you found some reason to yell at me before two word came out of my mouth. the second time you just started crying uncontrollably and wouldn't tell me wtf was going on. i just gave up. you don't like phil lesh anyway. |
y'all are cute. |
website? and the coloring books? and how i suggested maybe you could dress a little more like him? you never listen to me! fine then. jason f. asked me anyway....SO THERE! |
I don't know. |
Phil Lesh creeps me out. |
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Jus tA Little Light Half Step> Jam> Mtn. Jam> Acadian Driftwood Mason's Children> New Speedway Boogie> Jam> Cosmic Charlie Set 2: Jam> Eyes of the World> fire on the Mtn.> Days Between> Jam> St. Stephen> Patchwork Quilt> St. Stephen> Millenium Jam> The Eleven> Midnight Hour E: Tom Thumb Blues it was ok. i enjoyed the second set more than the first. i had a lot more beer in me then, and was otherwise loaded. phil lesh was ok. john molo was ok. i dug warren haynes. i found an old friend there and followed him to an after-party. i played a small acoustic set there. then i saw a girl in a thong and got uncomfortable and left. |
Fuck. Red Simpson MAN!!!! the last of the great Bakersfield, honky tonk truckstop musicians. Buck Owens owes much to Red. He's up there with Merle Haggard and Waylon Jennings, except all his songs are about trucks...ever damn one of them. |