Gone Fishin'

It's 7 a.m. on Saturday morning and I've just stumbled out of bed.  In about five hours, I will be seeing this:

Dad and I are hitting the White River to do some fishing for rainbow trout.  The weather is going to be perfect...the leaves are changing...most of the family will be there.  It's going to be a good day.

Pay up or ship out

Today I sold my one and only electric guitar:

The Epiphone served me well these past few years.  I bothered many a neighbor, hit many a power chord, and broke many a string.  The Ep was an essential part of Forty-Two, beginning as our only guitar and spending the rest of its days as our rhythm guitar(with the occasional blazing solo).  I didn't really want to part with it, but sometimes you have to make smart financial decisions.  And when you fail to make those smart financial decisions, you have to sell your guitar.  

Thankfully, I still have my prized acoustic possession:

While it may not play as loud or sound as mean, the Masterbilt will get me through these hard times.

As soon as I can pay off these pesky medical bills I will start to focus on acquiring my next toy...

The Tele on Tom's lap...what were you thinking, perv?

Audible sigh

Witness one of the only bands I'd still pay money to see play one of my favorite songs off their old album "At Dawn".  


Then witness them perform "Wordless Chorus" on Fallon last night.  I've really got to get Jim into my Frontman Stage Presence Clinic.  That cape MUST go.  Also his dance moves could use some work.  

August and everything after...

I wonder where you are this morning, Adam.

I'm guessing you're somewhere thinking about how it's August again.  You're thinking back to the early nineties when your band suddenly became incredibly famous thanks to one very catchy, four chord, fame hunting anthem.  You probably don't even know how much my roommate hates you, or how much I secretly(well, sometimes not-so-secretly) still thoroughly enjoy your self-hating, whiny verses about girls who don't love you or who love you too much.  Actually, you're probably still asleep on the west coast.  

And that, ladies and gentleman, is what you call a tangent.  Perhaps you could say it was a rant.  Either way, if you're going to continue reading this blog in the future you're going to have to get used to it.  I tend to only blog when I am sleep deprived, and LET ME TELL YOU...I am one VERY sleep deprived individual.

So here we are...here I am...it's August.  This month is going to be a very busy, very exciting, very scary month.  

August 6th and 7th:

Forty-Two is taking over the bar scene in Eureka Springs.  The 6th at The Squid and Whale.  The 7th at The Rowdy Beaver.  That's 8 hours of performing.  I have trouble working 8 hours at my desk job.  We'll see how we hold up.

Aug. 12th:

I will be this close to Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.  2nd Row.  Nashville.  I am ready.

August 14th:

This young lady will be celebrating a very special birthday...Memphis style.

August 17th:

This young lady will be arriving back in town after a two month hiatus.  Jeff style.

Late August:

Exciting developments.  Poolboys reunion?  Something even cooler than that?

There could potentially be some big changes in my life.  Of course, everything could stay exactly the same.

Stay tuned.