ah dawn,,,
and here’s me with my schedule obsession..
actually, it’s not dawn, it’s daytime.
sun’s up. daytime.
later today (after sleep, hopefully) i’m going to this rock and roll hall of fame dinner. i might get to meet michael jackson. what does one say when one meets michael jackson? ‘hi mike, wassup?’
hmm..
boy, it’s just gonna be rockstars a-plenty tonight. to quote homer j.- ‘rockstars, is there anything they can’t do?’
this after sting helps him dig bart out of the well.
i’ll be sure to write tomorrow with some good rockstar gossip. maybe if there’s no good rockstar gossip i’ll just make stuff up. or maybe i’ll just bring a crack pipe with me and see who lunges for it.
you know the old ‘crack pipe trick’. it was popular back on the vaudeville stages of my youth.
goodnight (morning)
-moby