You haven't lived till you've had 50,000 people scream your name in adoration.
A concert is thousands of people who love you and your work.
Can you feel the love?
There I was chilling with my homies after a huge tour recharging the ol'batteries when I looked around and noticed they were all asleep. A knock comes at the door since im the only one up I get up and answer it. It's some strange man looks like he just stepped out of a men in black movie.
Tells me he represents someone that would like to contract out for my services. I'm thinking endorsement deal says he'll make it worth my time. So I get led to this other dude in another hotel a hilton(how business class).other dude says he'll help me get the power I need to become the new god of rock and roll. So I say ok if you can do that, you got a deal. Next thing you know im on a plane to scotland some older dude got his finger bit off and thinks some rat some where is gnawing on it and on top of that he wants us to go out after it(when did I become search and rescue).
When I arrive there is some jap guy that thinks he's Bruce lee and some mutant girl that looks like she just came off of Venice beach, she claimed to be a fed. We get to the geezer and get the 411 ask all around town and find only old legends about this guys family and how they all lose one finger. So then we finally go to the scene of the crime( ya, right old geezer was probably teasing a rat with some cheese and the rat decided to get even).
Any way we get there and start looking around when suddenly the rats are everywhere, all around us then bang one of the little bastards took my finger. Well I killed off about 3 of the little bastards before I got my finger back. I kill a few more and realize I have to get back to a hospital so I can get my finger sewn back on.
I get to the hospital in the nick of time to get it reattached. I swear I hate rats the furry lil' bastards. The surgeons were good but I couldn't wait to get back to the states. Before I left some guy showed up and said he heard I was there and wanted to back me in a worldwide tour. So off to the house I go to heal up and get my mobility back. I'm sore as hell and my finger is killing me thank god for morphine. We're going to call the tour "the living on the edge tour". It'll be so awesome, it'll kill.
Tour name was changed several times. First it was the living on the edge tour. Then it was the "life's a gamble tour" went thru a few other changes. It finally became the secrets,secrets tour. the name was based off the 3 songs that went platinum "secrets,secrets" , "i live a lie" and "angels are demons with funny games".
These guys weren't kidding when the said they have pull. every thing he has promised he's come thru. The tour is a six month world tour. London, Brussels, Paris, Madrid, Rome, Prague, Moscow, st.petersburg, Japan, china Thailand, Okinawa. finally finishing-up with with Manila, Hawaii,with a big homecoming concert/party in L.a.. The tour goes perfectly but my strange benefactor looks anxious. i wish he would pop a zannax or something.
I've been working out trying to get in better shape and i must say my tunes are getting outrageous but i keep getting the feeling that there is something more. More meanings just beneath the surface. i just cant seem to make it out for some reason. I feel like i'm missing something, like it should be right in front of my face but i'm not seeing it.
i discovered a a hitch in the pivot joint of the su-ar took me a week to disassemble smooth and repair and reassemble it. I replace the stings don't want one breaking when i need it most. I took an extra week and added some mother of pearl accents to it.
I've been thinking about my decisions that i've made that brought me to this point. Would I really do thinks different if I had the chance. Well I could have definitely done without having my finger bitten off. Nobody appreciates how much a pinky means until they lose them. As a musician I under stand it's importance, it is almost impossible to hit certain rifts without one. I'm not sure about the rest. I mean with out the negotiation the music would have been stifled. And music must never be stifled. It must be free to float thru all the lives it touches unbound, unchained, unhampered by the constraints of general society. So yes I guess I needed the negotiations as a vehicle to move the music. Now it is time for the music to lead the way.
I have some task to do I know they will be calling soon, I only hope to get this end of the business over and done with. All these unpleasantries are really starting to take their toll on my creative muse. It should be just be like a game of paintball wars.
I'm going ape shit here I keep expecting them to call( I know it's coming soon)and all I do is wait. Waiting is the worst part. You build yourself up only to have nowhere to direct it. So then I ebbs off but you want to be ready so you get yourself all pumped up again ,just to repeat the cycle. It's like a catch 22 you cant do it till its time but you don't know when the time will so you want to stay ready instead you get a hell of an emotional rollercoaster.
I've gone 4 days without sleep every time I try to sleep I immediately pop awake. Talked to Robbie in the band told him I was having trouble sleeping gave me a hand full of downers zannax I think. What the hell if I don't sleep I can die anyway so might as well get some sleep and meet it well rested.
BETTER LIVING THRU CHEMISTRY.