I know I said I was going to post more often, but once again I have shirked my responsibilities by drinking too much and sleeping it off. I found a new missing poster yesterday, or the day before, or something like that, but I was too lazy to upload it. Now I'm just sitting here in a dark bar in Ventura, California waiting to play another gig and probably get drunk again, surrounded by a few SoCal beach bums and a couple drunks. But wait, aren't I a drunk? Nope. You can avoid that label simply by jumping up on stage at some point in the night. They call me a musician.
So, we took Viva Le Vox to LA and Hollywood today. Jesus, I hate that city. We drank a bunch of coffee in Eagle Rock after hanging out in a tiled basement all night, then went out to the music stores and sweated our balls off. We did, however, get to visit Johnny and Dee Dee Ramones' graves in the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. But, anyway, I'll get back to you guys later. My free pizza just showed up at the club. Jealous?
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