long hair , braided beard , 10000W of chest searing power... one song

in the air lingers a pungency of a 25 year old chivas regal along with a few 555 golds.

emerging from the freezing shower .. beads of water hanging onto hair like perpetual clingers-on. looking around the room , i know i am late.. the din from the stadium is audible through the window the car waiting outside..

grabbing the last of my guitars slamming the door in true rockstar fashion..

in the car is the familiar ritual of smoking the last one together.. as the traffic melts away into the distance and the din of the opening band and its listeners'pandemonium...

true welcome.

going backstage wearing those funny clip on radios.. picking the first guitar.. strumming the first song out for a case of nth time nerves..

huge plumes of smoke..blue strobe lights... chest searing sounds of glass breaking.. running onto stage.. cant see anything but the fellows.

connecting the wires. and

thrummm.. thrumm. thrumm .thrumtharrraam....

deafening appaluase and whisteles hoots, cheers, and the like..

hey!!!

are you with me????

Hey I’m your life...........................
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I’m you

Sad but true


the one song performed,, sweat streaming down my body , cool night breeze, screaming audience, craving for more..

one..
two...
three...

some more...
few more...

once done ....

walking alone at the end of the stage i see.. moon through the smog.. all dark and ble and then white again..

its time the wolf crieed again..................