Tim Fezziwig
Well-Known Member
I'm sitting here after an EVIL night of ROCK+ROLL watching a rerun off R+R HOF show 2016. What a joke. I watched Lars stroke a "tired" Deep Purple . No Ritchie=NO Purple. Steve Morse is terrible in Purple. Steve Miller does a "pitch-perfect" Joker..............yyyyyyyaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnn.
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No sleep Friday night. I never rest the night before a gig. I need to be high when I play. I don't mess with drugs+booze,that is "standard." I used to try to open the gates with "toys." I realized it was all just fluff. If I can buy it...... it is JUNK. The throat chakra gets blocked by smoke. Alcohol is silly. I already have zero inhibitions. I fed my cat. Went outside to clear off some bushes-
THE MAN NEEDS ACCESS -------to------the sewer------
"Mr. FEZZ you must comply................if not= BIG FINE.............."
Yeah Yeah Mr. Local Water Works.........
I ripped up the bushes. I used gloves. Must protect THE GOLD. I finish the lawn work. I go into the house.
"Time to wake up Mrs. FEZZ."
I always let my wife sleep. She needs sleep. I don't.
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The day hazes by. Two fires are lit. I read books about BOXING------BATMAN----------BEETS----
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Hours until THE GIG. Mrs. FEZZ and I play card MEMORY GAME-----cards placed on the table. Flip cards. Find matches.
RRRrrrrrrrEEEEeeeeEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Firetrucks. Santa Claus waves. Sabu,the cat, raises his brows-----resumes his nap---SILLY HUMAN CUSTOMS!
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Must play R+R! I kiss wife+cat. Enter FEZZ room----unheated------books+monster dolls+AMPS!!!!
I grab my SUNN STINGER35. Load my Teles-always bring two gits-ALWAYS!!!!
Put on a Stones boot. My local store is selling boots for $2.99!!!!
Drive.
Cold car.
No heat. Must not dry out my throat. Stones sound nice. Pure SLOP. Feedback-Mick croaks. I pull into strip mall. Dan,guitarist friend, appears. He opens my car door;grabs my SUNN.
"Thanks Dan,LOVE YOU."
"Tim, soundguy knows you from 20 years ago."
"Yeah, he is a lucky snail."
I park. Grab my Teles and enter DIVE BAR. I go to the sad stage. I see soundguy.
"Tim, LONG time."
"Hey Snail. I play for the cosmos."
We do levels. Snail asks me what I want.
"Do whatever you want. I have talent. Mic cab or not. Reverb or not."
"Damn Tim, you are easy."
"No, I'm HARD.
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We play. I force booze on my drummer+bassist. They need "man-mades" to get into the STARS. We are beyond GOOD+EVIL. Tommy, bassist, is still drunk from his step-Dad's funeral the day before. He misses------- chords------ sequences. Shawn, drummer, drops sticks,belches beer onto his shirt. Two of my HS buddies appear.
"Two paying customers. Hi Frank+Dave. DO DRUGS! DRINK! WE are R+R."
They laugh. I have mixed emotions. 2016??? I'm 50------playing Garage ROCK?????Is this Purgatory??
Stacy, the booker,admonishes us------
"Is this a stand-up act or music?"
GOOD QUESTION?
Now, I'm angry. I go double-speed. Turn our Surf sound into DEATH METAL....DOUBLE TIME....TRIPLE TIME.........
I cut my hand. Blood all over my Tele. The "crowd"------16 people?18?21?.....do not know what to do. Is this comedy? Are these guys any good? We slam into the closer. I unplug my git. I hear laughter........crying.
I grab Tommy+Shawn's hands.
GREAT SHOW! WE BROUGHT THE RAWK!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tommy burps a beer bubble. Shawn trips over a monitor.
PAY IS THE SAME.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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No sleep Friday night. I never rest the night before a gig. I need to be high when I play. I don't mess with drugs+booze,that is "standard." I used to try to open the gates with "toys." I realized it was all just fluff. If I can buy it...... it is JUNK. The throat chakra gets blocked by smoke. Alcohol is silly. I already have zero inhibitions. I fed my cat. Went outside to clear off some bushes-
THE MAN NEEDS ACCESS -------to------the sewer------
"Mr. FEZZ you must comply................if not= BIG FINE.............."
Yeah Yeah Mr. Local Water Works.........
I ripped up the bushes. I used gloves. Must protect THE GOLD. I finish the lawn work. I go into the house.
"Time to wake up Mrs. FEZZ."
I always let my wife sleep. She needs sleep. I don't.
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
The day hazes by. Two fires are lit. I read books about BOXING------BATMAN----------BEETS----
--------------
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Hours until THE GIG. Mrs. FEZZ and I play card MEMORY GAME-----cards placed on the table. Flip cards. Find matches.
RRRrrrrrrrEEEEeeeeEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Firetrucks. Santa Claus waves. Sabu,the cat, raises his brows-----resumes his nap---SILLY HUMAN CUSTOMS!
//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
Must play R+R! I kiss wife+cat. Enter FEZZ room----unheated------books+monster dolls+AMPS!!!!
I grab my SUNN STINGER35. Load my Teles-always bring two gits-ALWAYS!!!!
Put on a Stones boot. My local store is selling boots for $2.99!!!!
Drive.
Cold car.
No heat. Must not dry out my throat. Stones sound nice. Pure SLOP. Feedback-Mick croaks. I pull into strip mall. Dan,guitarist friend, appears. He opens my car door;grabs my SUNN.
"Thanks Dan,LOVE YOU."
"Tim, soundguy knows you from 20 years ago."
"Yeah, he is a lucky snail."
I park. Grab my Teles and enter DIVE BAR. I go to the sad stage. I see soundguy.
"Tim, LONG time."
"Hey Snail. I play for the cosmos."
We do levels. Snail asks me what I want.
"Do whatever you want. I have talent. Mic cab or not. Reverb or not."
"Damn Tim, you are easy."
"No, I'm HARD.
/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
We play. I force booze on my drummer+bassist. They need "man-mades" to get into the STARS. We are beyond GOOD+EVIL. Tommy, bassist, is still drunk from his step-Dad's funeral the day before. He misses------- chords------ sequences. Shawn, drummer, drops sticks,belches beer onto his shirt. Two of my HS buddies appear.
"Two paying customers. Hi Frank+Dave. DO DRUGS! DRINK! WE are R+R."
They laugh. I have mixed emotions. 2016??? I'm 50------playing Garage ROCK?????Is this Purgatory??
Stacy, the booker,admonishes us------
"Is this a stand-up act or music?"
GOOD QUESTION?
Now, I'm angry. I go double-speed. Turn our Surf sound into DEATH METAL....DOUBLE TIME....TRIPLE TIME.........
I cut my hand. Blood all over my Tele. The "crowd"------16 people?18?21?.....do not know what to do. Is this comedy? Are these guys any good? We slam into the closer. I unplug my git. I hear laughter........crying.
I grab Tommy+Shawn's hands.
GREAT SHOW! WE BROUGHT THE RAWK!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tommy burps a beer bubble. Shawn trips over a monitor.
PAY IS THE SAME.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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