Dec 19: Bring it on Austin

Alright. It's time to bust a rhyme and shoot that slime. Another holiday show awaits us. Not thirty minues into that morning and my drummer calls. The day job has got him locked down for the night and he may have an issue making it to the show tonight. Ahhhhh damn! I'm already stressed enough. Now I have to hunt down a drummer for the evening. I'm calling all these cat's but I guess its too early to expect most musicians in this town to be up if they played the night before. Hell, try to catch me in the morning after we played. TC was able to track down a drummer so I think we're saved for tonight. I just want to make it through the next two weeks without losing it. I can't think of anything motivating me today except the lure of money. Too bad its not easy money. I have to bring it every night whether I'm in the mood or not. If you've never been a lead singer you'll never get it. You set the climate of the band some nights, huh, even if it's raining in your world. It's just overkill at this point tonight. A few laughs and a down beat and I'll be good to go.

I'm greeted by the hotel coordinator asking me if we're almost done. I had to remind him that our contract requires three hours and if he expects it to happen in one hour he's out of luck. I headed to the green room to see if they had decent food and was shocked to see the selection....

Boiled ribs and water! No sauce, no salt, no flavor. I decided to ask the coordinator what the deal was. I wanted stress the importance that we had three muslims in the band (just to shock them) and we needed something other than pork. She showed us.
This time we got chunks ham and biscuits! We all laughed and raped the guests buffet. Now showtime was bizzare. We just did our thing for a few hours and now they want more. But only ten people were left. So we did it and now I'm forced to chase down another check tomorrow. After listening to my agent telling me to wait until next week I'm about to go postal. I had to remind the agent that wasn't going to fly and I needed a check before christmas. "Of course I'll get it...in the mail". Damn! Getting people to pay money in this business is a pain in the ass lately. I'm gonna be their exlax until they get it right.

Mag$

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