June 5th 2015 - Gig At Coleman's - just a little taste of the type of music you will hear.

A little taste of what you will get for the Gig at Coleman's In the Park on June 5th, with Robert Campbell on Guitar, Scotty Big Cat and who knows who else... It's an Acoustic set, with two amazing guitarists and big mouth (ME) in a family neighborhood bar/restaurant. I sure hope you can make it! xoxo

Passing Gas

Driving in Old Town, Chicago.

It was cloudy and pouring rain. For whatever reason, the inside of my car, even with the windows up and no heat or a/c was warm and stuffy. Usually, my car stays cool, especially because it was very cool in the City today.

I picked up a a couple of fellows, good looking, mid thirties. I believe they were Gay - no bearing on the story, just describing.

A  Led Zeppelin tune was playing, and I liked the song I was hearing. I thought maybe I can sing this one for my up coming gig?

I asked the guys, if they knew the name of the song.

"It's Led Zepplin, I know that, just don't know the name of the song."

"I'm trying to come up with new tunes to sing for my upcoming gig."

"Where are you performing?"

"Oh, Northwest Suburbs."

"You need to get yourself into the City and start performing here, we would come out and see you. Do you mind if we roll down the windows?"

"No, not at all."

"What kind of rating would you give us, if we passed gas back here?"

Laughing, "Dude, I would graciously roll down the window, and give you a five star rating. I can't control bowel movements and/or flatulence. It's a natural human thing."

We all had a hardy laugh.

Massage Manic Man - Too Far, Too Much Feb. 2015

The stick-man figure, the center of the geographical target, whose surrounding lines double up and down as the alarm sounds, 10 beeps or so, is all I get before I decide to take this rider's request.

I did.

He stood by the curb in front of a restaurant. Dressed in blue jeans and a blue jean decoratively studded jean jacket, shades and with a Machista aura, he motioned toward the front passenger side and attempted to open the locked door. As he climbed in the back, passenger seat, he said, "Hey how you doin', you want me to sit in the front?"

I said, "No, No...your fine. Were are we headed?"

"Dunkin Donuts/Baskin Robbins...I have to get some ice cream bars for my uncle, you want anything?"

"No thanks."

He asked again, "You Sure?" I responded, "No thanks."

"It will only take a minute."

I waited...anxious to get this ride over with and get him to his destination.

He came out of the Ice Cream/Donut shop, and proceeded to get into the car. As I drove off he began to speak (Chicano accent).

"Yeah, you know, I just got out of work and can't wait...I'm gonna make an appointment to see my massage therapist. She gives great massages, I mean, she really digs in deep and uses, this kind of oil, smells good...but before she does that, she shaves my back and my chest. She is just amazing. She massages my whole body. Oh yeah, she is great. Do you get any massages?"

"That's great. Na, but good for you. If it makes you feel good, go for it."

"Oh my god, and you should see what she does with my feet, I love when she puts your fingers through my toes, and the oil she uses, I have to ask her what she is using."

Finally arrived at the destination.

Too Far, Too Much.