Sorry I’ve been away and neglecting the blog. I was in Indiana visiting my dad, stepmom, brother, sister inlaw and nieces and a nephew. Let’s go back in time and post the toons from the past couple of Sundays.
I drew this toon after our gig from a couple weeks ago. So it was completed around 4:30 a.m. I was tired from rocking all night but I think the late night hurry helped the rough look of this cartoon. Most of it was drawn with a Bic and a Sharpie. I dug it.
I think I liked the rough better on this one.
And tomorrow’s toon.
I think I drew a decent Sheryl Crow for not looking at a photo of her. I like her originals and think she’s too good of a song writer to be hashing out horrible covers like “first cut is the deepest” and “sweet child o mine”. She should take the music sheets from those songs and use those as toilet paper.
We had a huge night. We totally rocked at Fife two weeks ago and I knew everyone there. So we didn’t charge anyone a cent to listen to the band. We did the show because friends requested us to do another one so we decided not to make any money. It wasn’t a huge crowd as only 16 people were there, but they paid attention, sang along (even to a few originals) and most stayed for the entire show. You can’t beat that. Some of our best shows have been to small crowds. We also pulled out a lot of new stuff and we didn’t train wreck. The bar wants us back but we’re going to avoid gigging for a while so we can concentrate on making an album of 816 originals. I’ll keep you updated. But thanks to all my friends who showed up and supported us and helped Sarah make a few bucks bartending.
I had an MRI last Friday. I hope to hear the results tomorrow. It does feel better but it’s not 100% yet. The pain fluctuates. I’m sleeping better but that’s because of Vicodin and muscle relaxers. It makes me groggy and sleep later than normal. Also, with an MRI, you can’t move anything. So for 26 minutes you’re laying there wanting to wiggle a toe. It’s killing you to wiggle something. Also, it’s very noisy. The MRI lady gave me headphones dialed into a local radio station and I got to hear Linkin Park which is worse than the MRI machine going “RRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!”.
My older sister, Robin who lives in Mississippi, called me today to yell at me for not letting her know I was hit by a car. I was glad that’s why she was yelling at me because for a moment I thought I had missed my nephew’s wedding. Also, with her temper I’m glad I’m six states away from her. I didn’t tell my son either who called me upset. So Clayton Michael, who’s probably reading this, I’m sorry. But, I got you a bunch of DVDs and a game strategy book you’ll receive when you get here for your Summer visit. Clayton will be here in late May and I’m really excited to see him. It’s time to buy a plane ticket.
Let’s just say I’m glad I live in Virginia. I’m not from Indiana but my dad lives there now. The place depresses me. If you read this and you live in Indiana, then I’m sorry for two things. I’m sorry for insulting your state and I’m sorry you live in Indiana. There’s not much more welcoming than hitting the Beltway late at night coming home from Indiana. The only things in Indiana I enjoyed are White Castle, Coney Island and the bar Stellas in Kokomo. How’d the visit with the family go? Let’s just say, I’m glad I took the Vicodin.