November 24 2015
We have seen more extremes here on this final run of the World On Fire Tour than any other I can remember. The sweltering heat of India to the winter wonderland of Moscow. I don’t remember a tour being more rife with highs and lows. Seems fitting for it to be essentially ‘the end’. At the same time 2015 comes to a close not long after the tour stops. For me nothing really stops. I am the Great White Shark from the Great White North. Never, ever stop. Always moving. Always have another project to move your focus to. To stop means death. Death of the creative mind, heart and soul. Never stop living, brothers and sisters. Living is not just breathing in and out. Living is finding your passion. It is fulfilling that passion to it’s fullest and as often as possible. Live. So many people have lost that option. Do not waste your opportunity to make the most of your short time here.
Which brings us to Paris. Not long ago I remember writing that just once I wish I could sit down to write one of these that didn’t have to include mention of some horrible tragedy. Yet it seems now so close to the end of the World On Fire World Tour 2014/2015 and to the end of the year Two Thousand and Fifteen we face one of our most affecting tragedies in recent memory.
We are constantly reminded that there are those on this planet that face tragedies of this proportion on a day to day basis. That those of us in the cushy western world have no concept of what true tragedy is. I completely agree with this and it breaks my heart to live in a world where a spoiled socialite scolds a high school student for the inaccurate temperature of the Cafe Latte she ordered while people suffer true injustice not so far away.
It breaks my heart daily. I find myself avoiding the news. Avoiding the vitriol of my own FaceBook news feed. But I never want to be uninformed. I only want to be informed by the truth. Of course the truth is always colored by the person telling their version of it. So there is no such thing as truth. All you can do is take in information and let your mind and then your heart calculate as best they can.
Let me start by saying I am not a religious man. Not in the least. I have always, since my youth questioned everything. I have studied and read as much as I can about most of the major faiths out of my own fascination and respect for the people I care about who practice them. I only believe in unification. I reject the theme of separation. Of ‘us’ and ‘them’. There is only ‘WE’. Naive as it may seem I believe we all come from the same race and inherent faith. Kindness and compassion should be number one but I rarely see it practiced.
I had the pleasure of spending time with the son of Hindu priests in India and we spoke at length about faith in that religion and all others. Mostly regarding Hindu, Sikh, Christianity and Muslim as the prevailing religions in India. I was uninformed. I was under the impression that it was mostly Hindu but it is as colorful a tapestry as any other culture on the planet. After speaking at great length he derived at the poetic big picture theme- ‘Don’t be a dick’. He used the C-word so I’ve editorialized for the faint of heart. That C word gets thrown around a lot everywhere except in North America. That word is reserved for the fringes of the extreme back home.
At any rate it speaks volumes in it’s simplicity. ‘Don’t Be A Dick’. We all know what that means. Don’t steal your neighbors bike cuz that would be a ‘Dick’ move. Don’t cheat, lie, steal, murder or sleep with anyone else’s somebody because then you are a ‘Dick’. Now most of us have broken some or a lot of those rules. Everyone has the ability to be a ‘Dick’ or a ‘Sinner’ in the more common tongue. You are supposed to learn from your ‘Dickness’ (mistakes) and not be a ‘Dick’ anymore. Or, at least, really try not to be a ‘Dick’ anymore.
Children can be ‘Dicks’. You ever watch a kid walk up and snatch something from another kid? It causes all kinds of havoc. The other kid screams and then they often lash out in primal rage. Some would say this is human nature. That we are all animals and I would 100% agree if I didn’t have this brain in my head which isn’t that different from the brain in yours or hers or his. We are unique creatures in that we are supposed to be able to process what is right or what is wrong. Of course if we have never really been taught what is right or wrong or were raised by ‘Dicks’ then we have a problem.
That child snatching a toy from another kid is the same as those guys fighting in the parking lot over a parking space. It is downright embarrassing. That ‘I’m not letting this guy get away with this’ mentality is a losing proposition. How about ‘That guy is a Dick’? Just find another parking spot and let the ‘Dick’ be a ‘Dick’. A ‘Dick’ will be a ‘Dick’. Most of them are irretrievable. It’s not even their fault. They were probably raised by ‘Dicks’. They probably come from a long line of ‘Dicks’. Born a ‘Dick’. Die a ‘Dick’. Some people can’t be saved.
The trick is to not let ‘Dicks’ make you a ‘Dick’. Do your best to not raise future ‘Dicks’.
I mean ultimately who cares what people do? If Bruce wants to be called Caitlyn now, who cares? Reginald Dwight wanted to be called Elton John so that’s what we called him. Gordon Sumner became Sting. We call John Lydon-Johnny Rotten. Bruce Wayne-Batman. Peter Parker-Spider-Man. Saul Hudson-Slash and sometimes Todd Kerns is Todd Dammit.
Who cares? How is it affecting you personally? Everyone relax. On both sides of the conversation.
There are a lot of things about my own personality that could use a ‘Dick’ intervention. A ‘Dick’ exorcism, perhaps. And that’s something I work on on a daily basis. Sometimes my initial reaction is to lash out at the guy who flips me off but there is great comfort in knowing that that guy is a ‘Dick’. ‘Dick’s’ do ‘Dick’ things. They can’t help themselves. Gotta think back to your Mother telling you ‘You’re better than that’. If you’re Mother never told you that then feel free to use the words of my mother. Good parents are full of wisdom you don’t often understand until you are older. Always listen. Hit that ‘save’ button and refresh that info at a later date. It’s priceless.
I certainly have no intention of minimizing what occurred in Paris on Friday the 13th. I just refuse to kowtow to the perpetrators of the attack. It was an unforgivable act by an extreme wing misrepresenting a much larger group of people. I refuse to let that behavior alter my faith in the human spirit. I truly believe that people can be good but I also believe that we all have the propensity to do terrible things. It’s that brain up there at the top of our heads that is supposed to separate us from the behavior of animals and I plan to use mine to keep me on point. My brain is hard wired to my heart. I feel as much as I think. I think we all do. Sometimes we act out in emotion. That can be good. That can be bad. Our basest instincts are sometime not the correct ones. You gotta run it through the mother computer a few times before reacting. I have been as guilty as anyone else of reacting without thinking. It’s what we do sometimes. That usually plagues me with an ongoing guilt. It’s one of the main reasons I live as a sober dude now. I tend to act on pure instinct and emotion if removed of my reason. It never led to many good decisions and so that program was deleted completely. Now I am in a constant struggle between instinct and reason but at least there is a struggle. It was a pretty one sided war before.
That said, I don’t care what anyone else does. Drink, enjoy. Have fun. Don’t hurt other people. I recommend you don’t hurt yourself. Life is meant to be lived. Make mistakes. Learn from them. Destroy, rebuild, destroy (to borrow a phrase) until you’ve built the best you you could imagine. We are all a work in progress. I am heading into my 48th year and I still consider myself ‘Under Construction’. It’s part of the fun of growing up. Not getting old just growing up.
Taking responsibilities for your actions. Trying to do more good than bad. Trying to leave behind something better. That’s the only thing I hope I can accomplish. If even in the tiniest way.
The Bataclan in Paris, France is a holy alter of Rock N Roll. One of the many on the planet. SMKC played back there in 2010 before there was an SMKC. There was just an S. I suppose SMK. Or as they were sometimes humorously referred to S&M. Slash featuring Myles Kennedy. The rest of us didn’t have a name. There was no Frank yet either. Once there was Frank we were Conspirators.
I have been a long time admirer of the Eagles Of Death Metal. I followed them when Josh Homme from Queens/Kyuss introduced us to them. They were fun. Grohl and Jack Black were part of the club. Seemed like a fun club to be a part of. I can’t imagine what these gentlemen had to experience that night in Paris. I can’t imagine the survivors’ guilt. Knowing that people who spent their hard earned money to come and have good time with the band ultimately lost their lives. And those who survived will live with horrifying images till the end of their days. Music is supposed to be an escape from anything like this not the setting.
It absolutely breaks my heart that anyone should have to endure such a thing. Especially at a Rock N Roll concert. It has certainly touched those of us in the touring community more than we could imagine. We were comfortably enjoying India when this atom bomb was dropped on the world. At the time I could do nothing but grieve the unimaginable cost. It wasn’t until later that we had to imagine the effect this would have on those of us that travel the world bringing with us the image of escape and inherent joy that music is supposed to. That effect has yet to present itself. We will see what the future holds. In the meantime it wasn’t going to stop us from finishing what we had set out to do and go where we had set out to go and see those we had set out to see.
I had to go back and look at the footage of us playing at the Bataclan in Paris and it sent a chill down my spine to think that some of the people at our show may well have been in attendance at that fateful night with Eagles Of Death Metal. I hope someday those that may have attended both could be revealed to us. I can’t imagine surviving such a thing. I can’t imagine not surviving such a thing. I simply cannot imagine any of it. It is simply unimaginable.
My heart goes out to the entire city of Paris as it was not only the Bataclan that was attacked. It is absolute madness. All in the name of what? I don’t fall for the intention of a small band of radicals trying to alter this big world to turn on one another. THEY don’t change a thing about the way I think. Call me naive, that’s fine. I still have a great deal of faith in mankind. I still look ahead and see a unified planet. Even moreso in times of strife. These things divide us or bring us together. They kill us or make us stronger. We weather these storms to a better destination. One can only hope. And isn’t hope all we have anyway? Hope and the vision to make it so.
On to brighter things. Things like India. There is so much I could say about India. Up until the Paris attacks happened I felt surrounded by light and love in the embrace of such an amazing place. The group of people assembled to work with us for our stay in India were the best. Ashish, Rafael and Saneeya became family immediately. Ash so much so that he immediately became an official Conspirator. He is the one I spoke of above, the son of Hindu priests. A bonding session of music and the animated series Rick And Morty immediately fell in to place and we all became fast friends. From then on Ash was 100% on Team Conspirators.
Mumbai is an incredible place. It is impossible to really put into words what it is like. Anyone who’s experienced it first hand knows what I’m talking about. I’ve never experienced the size and speed of a city like that. The surge of humanity. The traffic. Senses on overload.
We took in as much as we could see. Temples and markets galore. I’ve never done as much sightseeing as I did in India. I knew it would be like nothing I’d ever seen before.
Like many foreign countries you are advised not to drink the water. That’s simply traveler’s common sense. Frank and I dove head first into Indian cuisine and I was in heaven. Fitzy was no slouch either. There was a great deal of paranoia in our camp regarding what to eat and what not to. It’s always funny to me to go to a foreign place and order food you would eat at home. The whole reason to go abroad is for new experiences. A Budweiser and a hamburger seems a little unimaginative but I totally get it. The comforts of home and all. I indulged. I’m a big Indian food fan and I’ll never have any as good as I had in the Motherland.
For the record a lot of the ‘hamburger and American beer’ crowd got sick. I didn’t. Interesting.
The show in Mumbai was insanity. The audience was breathtakingly animated. Some of you may have seen the footage going around online of them singing Sweet Child O’ Mine with us. That was only one example of how ravenous they were. We had been warned not to expect too extreme of a reception. That they may respond to some of the back catalog more than the rest but I have to say that from the 1st song, 2012’s You’re A Lie, had them singing along to every word. The audience was a wide range of ages but mostly young people. Very reminiscent of our experiences with South American crowds. That high level of intensity. The show was extremely moving and I know I speak for all of us when I say we can’t wait to return. The show was an MTV India Xtreme presentation so there is a chance the concert will appear in MTV/VH1 from somewhere in the future.
From Mumbai we moved to our second Indian show in the great city of Bangalore. They seemed as different from one another as New York and LA (Toronto and Vancouver for my Canadian friends). Certainly no shortage of similarities but different nonetheless. Bangalore seemed a bit more sprawling and open where Mumbai definitely had that big city vibe.
The Bangalore concert followed the day after the attacks on Paris and couldn’t have juxtaposed our experience more. I had found the entire Indian experience joyous and celebratory only to have it all reduced to the stark reality of what can happen in the darkest of hearts. Here I was playing a triumphant tour with my best friends, I had announced my upcoming appearances with Michael Monroe in Finland as well as the release of my upcoming project, TKO, but now suddenly everything moved to a distant second to the suffering of the people of Paris. To be honest it left a darkness over us that could only be lifted, if only for the moment, by the celebration of live music. As if to say you can’t stop us from celebrating together in the joy of music. And that’s just what we did with the fine people of Bangalore, India. With people we had never met before. People we had never had the opportunity to play for before. And we came together for those two hours and did our best to heal one another and pay homage to those affected by the events in Paris. Nothing will ever heal that wound but I only hope we can regroup the strength to carry on.
Just as the audience in Mumbai had before them the people of Bangalore rose to the occasion and raised their voices with us in defiance of terror. Music is the great unifier and it cannot be silenced.
While in Bangalore I watched them film some kind of Bollywood style music video from the window of the hotel. The Indian film community is a multi billion dollar industry. I asked Ash and Saneeya to take us to a proper Bollywood film. I wanted it to be in Hindi with the big lavish musical parts. The whole experience. They obliged. Somehow I roped my Co-Conspirators into it with me. We ate popcorn and enjoyed the alien experience of watching a film, complete with intermission, in a language we didn’t understand complete with lavish scenery with musical dance scenes. I loved it. It was just one of many experiences I keep with me from my time in India. If our time in India hadn’t been marred by what happened in Paris it would have been a picture perfect experience but I suppose in life we have to accept the dark to appreciate the light. Trust me the light is appreciated. We have all had enough darkness. For the people of Paris. For all of us. Enough.
We bid adieu to lovely India for the familiar stomping grounds of eastern Europe. To begin with Budapest, Hungary. There had been some trepidation of carrying on through Europe considering what had occurred but to the credit of our brave crew we decided to soldier on in spite of it. So did the fine people of Budapest.
We found ourselves wandering the streets of Budapest taking in the sights. Ending up at a guitar shop where Frank managed to leave with a free guitar. He has the uncanny ability to enter a facility and leave with a free guitar. It’s quite impressive, really.
We ended up at the Hard Rock Cafe that night with our friends Brian and Gayle Cairncross all the way from Scotland. They take good care of us there. We don’t always hit HRC’s but we managed to go to one in Bangalore as well where one of Brent Fitz’s old drum heads adorns the wall from his days playing drums for Vince Neil. Pretty cool. I don’t have anything on the walls of any Hard Rock Cafe’s! Maybe one day.
There were DAMMIT shirts a plenty at the show in Budapest as well as DAMMIT flags to boot. I will always be tickled to look out at members of the ‘Dammily’ wearing the shirts and flashing the PeaceLoveMetal sign. It means the world to me. I hope you always know that.
Weird story-the morning of the show I was enjoying breakfast, as I always do, with my family, the Conspirators et al. While eating and conversing Frank looked at me and said, ‘I swear I just saw Mr Bean’. ‘Okayyyyy’, I thought. Weird. I carried on telling whatever story I was telling to our security man, Kimo, when just over his shoulder I caught the very familiar face of actor, Rowan Atkinson over by the buffet. I looked at Frank and said, ‘Yup. 100%’. Don’t ask me what Rowan Atkinson, the man who plays the beloved character ‘Mr Bean’ was doing there but it was most assuredly him.
The show that night was as intense as I expected it to be. Great Rock N Roll people in Budapest. Another middle finger in the face of oppression through the beauty of Rock N Roll.
From beautiful city to beautiful city. Prague, to be exact. I never get enough time in Prague. We seem to breeze in and out. A ship passing in the night. No fair. One of these days we’ll get more time there.
While there I got to meet up with new friend, Petr from Esh Basses. I had been in contact for some time regarding my interest in a signature bass Esh had from the late Peter Steele from Type O Negative, one of my great inspirations. I had been drooling and obsessing about this piece for some time and was thrilled to get the opportunity to play it in person. I’m happy to announce that my very own Esh Stinger Peter Steele edition will be in my house in the new year. I’m very excited about that. Thank you so much, Petr and Esh Basses.
The show in Prague was incredible. We had friends come in from all over Europe. Finland, the UK, Japan as well as France, who we are happy to say are ok. It is always a bit of a Dammily reunion when people come from all over. It was truly a celebratory night.
Interestingly enough the song Bad Rain from our 2012 album, Apocalyptic Love, found it’s way back into the set. I missed that song. We have an animated video for that song that was really cool. It has managed to stay in the set for a bunch of shows of the run.
On to Lodz, Poland. I don’t know what it is about Poland but they sure love SMKC. They are entirely too good to us. We had been to Katowice and Krakow before but not Lodz. The people of Poland always plan amazing surprises for us. Most of the people in the audience were wearing top hats when we came on stage. For our second song, the GNR classic Nightrain, they all tossed their hats into the air. It was quite a scene to behold.
Since the attacks Myles had been introducing Starlight as a tribute to the people of Paris and it has retained an air of heaviness ever since. During Starlight that night almost every person in the place lit up their cell phones and held it high. It was a heavy thing to take in. A sign of support for the people of Paris from their neighbors in Poland. It was a very emotional thing for all of us. You can see it in our faces on any of the video that captured that moment. It really showed a great deal of hope for what had seemed so very hopeless. Thank you to all that attended and partook in that simple act. It meant a great deal to those of us that had found difficulty crawling out from under the heaviness of those attacks. I will admit that I was one of those people and my brothers and sisters in Poland, Hungary, Czech Republic, Belarus, Russia, India, France and beyond have helped to get me back on the hopeful path. Strength and big love to all of you.
Yet another place we’d never played before-Minsk, Belarus. The second last show of the 2014/2015 World On Fire World Tour. Crazy to imagine but there it was coming to a close. The 156th show of the tour. Madness. If it were up to Slash we would never come home. If it were up to Slash you would never get rid of us. The man is relentless. He loves the road. He lives for the road. He loves all of you so much. He never wants to leave you. I am with him on all of that.
Minsk was a blast. A beautiful venue that looked like we were playing in Vegas or maybe a concert hall owned by Prince. Either way it was a good time. Again I was shocked how many people knew our music. You never know in these new places. Obviously they’ve heard the GNR stuff but they knew the newer material, too. I was blown away. What an amazing time.
When we left the venue the crowd outside the bus was singing super loud. Clearly great Rock N Roll people in Minsk. Looking forward to returning to there.
And now here we are in Moscow, Russia. Again! As many of you know the first time I came here I was sent home after 24 hours without playing the Moscow or St Petersburg gigs due to my detached retina. Long story short-I survived with both eyes intact. Brent Fitz played bass for those two shows and our drum tech at the time, John Douglas played drums. It’s unimaginable that they could pull that off but I knew they could. Talented people in our family. Ironically we are staying in the very hotel where my unfortunate eye dilemma came to a head. Slash kept asking how I was feeling with a smirk on his face. I’m fine! I’m fine! Nice to know he’s worried about me but I’m a soldier of rock. I ain’t going anywhere. This tour may end but I’m still swingin’!
Kimo and the Conspirators wandered Red Square as we do every time we are here and enjoyed it immensely. It’s Russia cold out there tonight and we were completely underdressed for it but it had to be done!
Afterwards we had our farewell dinner with band and crew including openers Raven Eye. I cannot say enough good things about the fine lads in Raven Eye. I think they are an amazing band full of great talent, great songs and great energy. On top of all that they are some of the best people imaginable. I highly recommend you see them if you get the chance. I call them ‘The New Wave Of The New Wave Of British Heavy Metal’ though they are not really ‘Metal’ per se. They are a very aggressive and energetic rock band and they kick serious ass.
It is now 2am the night before the gig (or the morning of…whichever you like) and I am going to turn in. After the gig (the 154th and final gig of the 2014/2015 World On Fire World Tour) I will finalize this entry. I, for one, never want this party to end but to be honest it never will. We have a great many things planned to come…stay tuned.
November 25th 2015
What can be said about playing for the fine people of Moscow. I always remind myself that there was a time when people like us may not have been welcome at all in this great country. But here we are rocking the hell out of the place with thousands of friends who know every word.
Moscow is big Dammit country. Lots of Dammit shirts and flags. There was a time I couldn’t have imagined even going to Russia let along having my name printed on a Russian flag. Life is a funny thing.
We celebrated Myles’ birthday tonight even though it’s a few days early. We won’t be together for his actual birthday so we presented a cake to him on stage.
We added 30 Years To Life to the set for no reason at all. Why not? It’s the last show.
As it turns out our production manager and sound guy, Quake, says we have done 157 shows on the World On Fire Tour. Frank Counted 154. I haven’t bothered to but I think Quake may be more qualified to make that claim so let’s call it 157. That’s a lot.
Just now SMKC were in the hotel elevator post show going to our rooms and Slash mentioned how it just seems like yesterday we were in Elvis’ studio recording World On Fire and now here we are saying goodbye to 17 months of supporting the very album. Life is a funny thing.
In fact this is what Quake sent me-
Wow. That puts things in perspective.
Moscow was incredible. I knew that it would be. I think it’s an amazing thing to go so far from home and find a world of wonderful, kind people who care a great deal about you. Truly a wonder. I can’t wait to come back.
For an early birthday present a bunch of my friends got together from all over the world via the internet and recorded a version of my song This Changes Everything from Borrowing Trouble. It is one of the most moving things anyone has ever done for me. Absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much Guila, Stratton, Leonardo, Lion and Andrea for this beautiful gift. I cannot thank you enough!
As always there is so much to announce. SMKC winds down from the stage though nothing really changes. We have a writing session in early December before I wing on over to Finland to play with the amazing Michael Monroe band. SMKC is about halfway through writing the new album and the material is sounding better than ever. That’s a big statement considering how much I love Apocalyptic Love AND World On Fire but I really believe that SMKC III is going to be the best album yet. 2016 will be a a long year of cooking up the new record as a new Alter Bridge record will be released and toured before we get SMKC III into your hot little hands.
I think that’s very exciting. Myles’ return to AB has opened up many doors that I’ve had to keep checked for a long time. Starting, of course, with Slash and the Conspirators further writing in early December (and into the rest of 2016) followed by my heading to Finland to play with Michael Monroe, as mentioned above. As I’ve said before it has been a life long dream of mine to play with Michael. There are very few people I would have left the comfort of my Vegas life to play with. One of them was Slash. The other is Michael Monroe. You all know what a massive fan of Hanoi Rocks I am and now I will get to stand on stage with Michael and Sami Yaffa from that very band. I couldn’t be more thrilled. Add to that my Canadian brother, Rich Jones and the amazing Karl Rockfist on drums and I’m over the moon. I’m only sad that Steve Conte won’t be there. I’m standing in for him while he and his beautiful wife expect their second baby. I couldn’t be more excited for them.
If you have any inkling of coming to see any of these shows please come say hi. They are going to be game changers for me. I can’t wait December 11th Pakkahuoune Tampere December 12th Rytmikorjaamo Seinajoki December 18 Finlandia-Klulbi Lahti December 19 M/S Viking Grace
Throughout all of this my new pledgemusic.com campaign for the 15 years in the making project TKO will go live in early December as well. A sort of birthday present to myself to make music available to all those people I care about out there. As mentioned before this is an album of 13 songs, some of which were originally released on 2004’s Go Time! album. Those songs have been remixed and remastered to a much higher standard than before. There are songs on this album that I cannot believe haven’t been released yet-All Systems Go, True Romance, Now Hear This, You Know What You Did, 21st Century Bonnie And Clyde…the list goes on and on. I’m excited for you to check it out. Please stay tuned for all of this coming very very soon.
***For the first time RIGHT HERE I am very excited to announce that I will be appearing with my brother, Brent Muscat at the Hard Rock Cafe for New Year’s Eve in Las Vegas, Nevada with his Las Vegas All Stars. I don’t want to say too much but there are going to be a lot of very cool guests appearing. I give too much away but let’s just say if you’re a Faster Pussycat fan like I am you really should get your ass there. It’s gonna be a blast!
Most of you know that Brent and I have been playing together since as early as 2006/2007. I’m extremely excited to stand side by side with brother Brent and do what we do best. Also joining us on the drums will be Rob ‘Boom Boom’ Cournoyer who played with us in the original Sinners since 2007. This is a bit of a family reunion for us. A ‘Dammily’ reunion, if you will. It’s going to be a real blast. If you don’t have plans this New Years Eve get your butt to the Hard Rock on Paradise in Las Vegas for a very special once in a lifetime event. I am beyond excited for this!***
In January I will be making an appearance with Prestige Guitars at the 2016 NAMM show in Anaheim, California. You should come by and say hello there too if you happen to find yourself at this event. It is going to be a blast. We won’t quite have the brand new signature Anti-Star bass we are working on to show off yet but you should come by nonetheless. I always love to say hello!
Keep in mind that Star Wars : The Force Awakens opens in less than a month. That is mind-blowing. It seems only yesterday it was announced that JJ Abrams was on board to direct. Now it is upon us. I will be in Finland when it comes out but I think I’m going to wait and see it with my family upon returning to the US. I plan to see it many times in the theater. I promise it’s going to be great. If not feel free to curse me out but I’m quite confident it’s going to be wonderful.
On top of all the other tragedies Philthy Animal Taylor, the original drummer for Motorhead passed away. Very sorry to hear that. The man was a legend.
So there you have it for now, brothers and sisters. The SMKC door closes (kinda) and yet there are windows wide open all over the place. SMKC III, Michael Monroe, Brent Muscat Las Vegas All Stars New Years Eve, TKO, NAMM…it never ends for the Great White Shark from the Great White North! Gotta keep movin’. Movin’ and groovin’!
As it has been since the incident occurred my heart and mind are pointed in Paris’ direction. Just the other day someone brought up the chilling prospect that it’s probably more likely to die in a school shooting in the US than a terrorist attack but I am of the mind that we should be bringing all of these tragedies to a close. I have no idea how that is to be done but I’m certainly open to the conversation. I’m tired of being sad for my fellow Earthlings. We are so much better than all of this. There is you and there is me. Let’s just watch out for one another. I got you.
Don’t Be A Dick!
Your loyal and humble servant,