Alternating

Between what?

Between web work and fretting, that's what.

Wellll, technically, it's not web work. Phade's doing that, just like the web developer did for the original Shriekback.com, but I'm doing a good bit of the writing. The Joker Blogs bio I'd already pieced together, so that's already good to go. No, it's not a bio of the actor, it's a bio of how the Blogs got started. Now, I'm onto writing the intros for each episode's script, which are going to be made available on the site. I was actually asked if that would be something of interest to put up on the site. ::boggle:: With all the clamouring I've heard about those scripts, I figured that'd be the first thing that should go up on a Joker Blogs website! I just never thought I'd be the one helping get them up and available to everyone. While Phade and I do that, chatting as needed to help synchronise our efforts, the new moderators of the Joker Blogs forums have been left to be eaten by the angry mob that is Blog Boy's fan base. Little did they know I was choosing them for a certain death. No, seriously (yeah!), they're doing a great job, and allowing me to do another job which I hope will measure up. Many props to them.

Now, for the fretting. As 12 July draws ever closer, I'm starting to cry in my beer a little bit about the invitation from Johnette out to the LA gig. Not that I have any beer but, I swear, I may buy a shit load on 12 July and just get smashed as hell. No, I'm gonna buy liquor and cry in that. I'm gonna drown my sorrows starting about the time the music begins to play out west. It sucks to have no money, kids. I don't recommend it. Not..One..Bit.. So, all that said, have some lyrics. This is the first Concrete Blonde song I ever heard and it's still a special favourite. Ironically, Johnette sings about Los Angeles. Who'da thought?

Roses Grow by Concrete Blonde
L.A
Who'da thought
Right smack dab in the middle of what
With the belching buses
And broken bones
DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT
Hey, hey
L.A.
Who'da thought

L.A.
After closing when it's down to me
And the same old souls
Well Johnny's all right if you buy him a gin
He'll tell you his stories about Errol Flynn
He even danced with Marilyn!
No way!
Thats what they say
DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT!
Hey, hey
L.A.
Who'da thought

Up through the cracks
Up through the broken glass
In the hot red light of a black and white
Roses grow

Roxy is in tonight
She's styling around in her fishnet tights
And she's got more life at 65
Than the teenage boys she keeps up all night
Heavy metal
Young hard cock
What, can't you handle that kind of talk?
The strippers here they really rock
DEVIL POUR ME ANOTHER SHOT
Hey, hey
L.A.
Who'da thought

Up through the cracks
Up through the broken glass
In the hot red light of a black and white
Roses grow
Up through the glass (Up through the glass)
Up through the broken glass (Up through the broken glass)
In the hot red light of a black and white (In the hot red of a black and white)
Roses grow
Roses grow
Roses grow
Roses grow....

Okay, now that I'm done sniveling, it's back to work for me!