European Tour Coming Up

The band is getting ready now for our upcoming European tour. I cannot wait to see England again, as I feel as if I have some sort of freakish connection to that country. I can't even imagine why, as I have never been there before our first tour overseas back in 2007. Yet, whenever I go there, I know every town and how far the next town is, though I don't always know the streets.

So, we are starting the tour in England and ending it there before coming back home.

It's been rather nice to be home for these few weeks we've had off (well, not really "off" as musicians never stop working).

On a personal note, I went out to my favorite book and music store to get some more reading material. Edna and Jess always bug me about buying an e-reader or some such gadget, but I really do prefer the old fashioned way of opening a real book and reading it. The smell of paper, the feel of the book's weight and texture in my hands.... I know, I am truly old fashioned.

Most of the books I read are history books, particularly about... you guessed it... England.

I am happy to have Jess back home from her modeling job in Europe (she is very big over there as a model of lingerie)... But she loves to snap photos with her cell phone when I least expect and am least ready. Last night, I was sitting in the day room after a show, munching Chinese food, watching a movie in the buff (good thing I had a sheet over me)... I didn't even know she took this photo! Sneaky isn't she?

Beyond Every Mirror I See Her

It's hot here in South Carolina.  Not that that's unique.  Right now it's almost 3am, a steamy night,  and I'm not home.  I finally figured out how to do this blog thing on my phone.

Anyway I think I screwed up. I am truly deficient when it comes to matters of the heart. There was a party tonight and of course I went to it. Jess is still in Europe. Needless to say there was a plethora of women.  The last one just left, so I'm feeling quite satisfied. I'm in the guest bedroom. I'd usually let the young lady or ladies spend the night (love all those naked warm bodies), but I decided to sleep alone tonight. ... out of respect for Jessica.  She's the only lady I fall asleep and wake up with. What difference does it make what happened in between? She's the one who lives in my house and shares my bed at home... a privilege many many women would kill for.

I got up to hit the head and when I came back I saw another reflection on the mirror on the other side of the room.  God damn it all! I threw on the first thing I found...a pair of cotton lounge pants and a t shirt. I guess I'll sleep in this tonight.  What if she returns?  There are several mirrors in this room and even if it is dark and I am asleep I feel her. I dream of her. I know she's there. Though I am accustomed to her presence,  it can at times be disturbing.  I'm not even home. What is this? Is she beyond every mirror in the world?

Sorry, I'm all tied up right now....

Paparazzi and Sex Tapes

As they say down here in the south, I'm angry as a mule with a bur under his tail. What is it with the paparazzi and having to publish ... well, everything. Apparently, a lady fan I was "with" while out on tour videotaped us together... and the media got hold of the tape.... and published pictures from it! Okay, I admit I am quite good at my favorite recreational activity. But I have to keep this from Jess. If she sees this, she'll be the one with the bur under her tail. And I'll be in the dog house.

Yeah, that was a fun night... even though it made it into the media's hands, and I am sure the girl I was with made sure of it... brag about being with a rock star. I have news, girl. You're one in thousands! I won't say her name. Though she showed no respect for my privacy, I will respect hers. Besides, the authorities love to go after rock n rollers. We're all degenerates, you know!

Well, since Jess is still talking to me, she has obviously not seen this. It's on some obscure web site. Stephan was kind enough to point it out to me today.

Well, look at this, it's 2am and the wine is kicking in. I think I'll hit the sack (alone, as Jess is still in Europe). No fans at my house tonight so worries.

Touring Break and Review. Klaus Meine? Not bad!

It's been a hard few months. I've not had a chance to write in this blog for awhile. We've been on tour, as you know, making sure we hit all the cities to see all you terrific peeps. I hope everyone was able to come see us while we toured. As usual, the fans were terrific (and the girls better  haha). Seriously, Jessica was with us most of the tour until she had to fly to Europe for a modeling gig.

I've had no shortage of articles published on me and the band through the years, but I rarely see them. That's what Bruce does. He saves every article, every picture, and creates an album or plasters his office walls. One I did read, in a town we stayed over for a couple nights (Jesus, where was that? Sometimes the towns become a blur... especially when one goes through them wasted)... Anyway, I was in the bus and a local paper was on the table. All I know is I recognized my mug in a black and white picture so I picked it up with my free hand (I had a glass of wine in the other... I'm getting better... using glasses now)... It was just an article on us, that we were in town for a couple days, information on the tour and the band and some sort of critique or review. Every now and then I do read something or hear about something that was written and usually I'm the "drunk one" or the "womanizer" or some such statement (I drink so I don't have to care about being a womanizer  hahaha).... This one, I remember, compared my voice to Klaus Meine, lead vocalist for the Scorpions... a really great band, a bit before my time, but excellent music. I had only heard a few of their songs in the years and we've yet to run into them on tour (I think they are still around), but I never thought to compare my vocals to anyone else... I sound like... well, me.

Klaus Meine, Scorpions (1980's)

Doesn't look anything like me! Not even in high humidity on my worst hair day... But, I do have to say he is one talented singer and musician. I decided, after listening to recordings of him, that I can hear why they compared my vocals to his... rather alto in nature, great for the high stuff and ballads. We only have a few metal ballads, but hey....

In other news, I am thinking of writing a song about boobs.... thoughts?

(please don't let Jessica see this... I shall have to tell her the song is about HER boobs!)

On the Road Again...

We had a very crazy day today. We've been on the road less than a week and Bruce is up to his crazy stunts, with Stephan and a member of the orchestra (Bobby) and his body guard as cohorts. This time they chose to play a joke on Cameron, which made me feel better, as it is so often on me!

I think I've mentioned before that Cameron is sort of an enigma, even to us who are closest to him. I mean, I have know this dude ten freaking years and I still don't know if he's gay, straight, into dolls or what! Of course, there's been many practical jokes through the years aimed at getting him to spill the beans. Nothing worked. Stephan is always making comments about whether Cameron even has any junk, ya know. Hah! Living in close proximity to other guys, you tend to see just about everything, every part of them, like it or not... especially when booze or drugs get involved. But Cameron, nope... he never even gets down to so much as his skivvies unless he's in a hotel room alone (and even that's a guess).

So, last night, Bruce, Stephan and gang decided to see for themselves. I was not involved in this one, but caught the "show" in person. I'd had several bottles of wine and was entertaining a couple lady fans in the front lounge of the bus as we were parked behind the venue. We were leaving the same night so once our "entertaining" was over, everyone would be kicked out and we'd head back on the road to the next city. Yeah, we had a "curfew."

About a half hour before we were to take off, Cameron came onto the bus. Stephan had paid some fan, or hooker, I don't know... to play the part. They wanted to see if Cameron would take the bait. As soon as he boarded, she was there. She took his hand and led him into the bowels of the bus. You should have seen the confused look on his face! He hadn't a clue why this strange girl was taking him into the middle of where we were all sitting, entertaining, drinking, partying. Like all of us, he was accustomed to women trying to get his attention, but he must have thought "wow, how bold is this one!"  We were all stifling our laughter. It took some acting to pretend nothing abnormal was going down.

Like I said, it's not unusual for any one of us to grab the attention of the ladies. I don't know why, but for some reason, rock stars are a big turn on for women! Even those that show no interest. And that's Cameron. He just looked confused.

As soon as she had him where she wanted him (where she had been paid and told to take him), She threw her arms around his neck and started kissing him. I swear he turned white as a ghost. Stephan was taping this on his cell phone and Bruce was stifling laughter. I just sat there, one lady on my lap, another beside me, watching and smiling.

I don't know how, but somehow I ended up involved in this prank. The girl in my lap (don't ask me for names, I never remember) slid down and unzipped my jeans. Okaaaay. Wasn't the first time I'd been indiscreet in front of all....!  She started to give me the blow job of the century. I tried to watch what was going on with Cameron, but it was rather difficult to concentrate with her warm lips on me, ya know. But I did see the "hooker" go down on her knees.... she unzipped Cameron's jeans so fast... I've never seen anyone move so fast to get another person un-pants. I don't know if Cameron was in shock or liked it... she actually got his pants down to his knees... all his junk showing... well, at least we know he has junk....before he grabbed his pants, pulled them back up and practically sprinted out of the bus.

What happened after that, I have no clue. I don't care. The pretty lady servicing me did a magnificent job, and my mind was lost by this time. When I came out of my "climax-induced coma" everyone was laughing... not at me, but at what had happened to Cameron. Personally, my mind was more on the fact that I had been completely and utterly satisfied, was drunk ad happy, than on Cameron's dilemma.

The rest is a blur, because I think I stumbled to my bunk and fell asleep (when I woke I was naked from the waist down, so I must have removed my pants at some point, not sure when). But, Cameron was back on the bus and we were moving--all fans and hookers had left.

Today, I got most of the story. I guess Cameron took off, humiliated. Bruce, Mr. Reasonable, took off after him. I haven't got a clue what was said, but Bruce convinced him to come back. Bruce said to him that it was his own fault... I mean, c'mon... we all wanted to be sure we'd been traveling for the last 7 years with a dude and not some hermaphrodite or something. I laughed at the story, and the video Stephan showed me after (which included a few seconds of me getting my thrill on). As long as it doesn't end up on YouTube, I don't care. We're all pretty good at keeping these private moments between us close friends.

Moral to this tale? Cameron is a guy for sure... but what his preferences are, we may never know!

Dazed and Confused

Wow! What happened? I saw the Mirror lady again last night, late. Not sure what time. That always fucks with my brain, so I decided to go out. I drove to Atlanta (yeah, Georgia) and went bar-hopping. This is highly unlike me. I almost always get recognized and end up signing autographs and talking to a bunch of fans rather than just relaxing alone or picking up women anonymously.

And here, I drive my freaking Ferrari out to Atlanta of all places! I ended up at some fancy joint called Halo.

I actually had quite the time. As I sat there, sipping away at a Slippery Nipple, I saw a table with these two pretty ladies staring at me, so I went over. I bought them drinks and sat to chat. After a couple hours, I asked if they wanted to get out of there and they agreed.

I couldn't fit both of them in my car!  I wasn't about to bring them home... too far, and Jess was home. So, I followed them to one of their homes.

Have you ever had wild sex with two women at once? Not my first time, but damn these GA Peaches had talents. They could get into positions I didn't think possible... apparently, they're both dancers...exotic dancers.

Ok... try doing one as the other gets into this wild gymnastic-like position above her friend, so her... not sure I can use the word here.... is in your face! And after, they switched. They put to shame almost all the other women I've been with! They performed moves I didn't think possible. I believe these two read the Kama Sutra... and memorized it!! Add in plenty of booze and weed=perfect night.

Turns out, they did know who I am, but didn't want to make me uncomfortable by mentioning it. I thank them for that! Crazy night. Not sure if they invited me to stay or not, but I fell asleep (or passed out) in the bed and woke to find them on either side of me... Ahhh flesh to flesh! And more fun once we were all awake. Insatiable women are the best! Then, they made me breakfast as well!

Sex, wild sex, and even more sex, plus breakfast. It gets no better than this my friends.

Let's just say Jess was not happy when I arrived home at noon in the same clothes I left in.... I think she suspects. She knew I didn't have band practice last night, so I told her I went to Stephan's for the night. He'll back me up!

I recommend a night like that to all males out there!! It'll cure whatever may ail you. Made me forget all about the Mirror Lady! Bliss, to be able to forget my crazy delusions for a night instead of letting them drag me down as they generally do.

Male Sluts and Rock and Roll

I had a day off today and so I decided to sit and read in front of the fireplace in the library. Usually, I read history books. I like reading about various eras, particularly knights of the 17th century, kings and how they lived. King Ludwig was an interesting fellow to read about, if you ever wish.

Tonight, however, I had a taste for something different. I went to the bookstore and bought a rock biography. Should I say who's it is?  (hint... KISS me)

In any event, Jessica chastised me when I arrived home. "You play rock and roll for a living and now you want to read about it?" She was half kidding of course, I think. At least she smiled, shook her head and walked out of the kitchen, where Edna was making dinner. Shrimp Creole... One of my favorites besides tuna sandwiches.

I disappeared into the library. I don't know what Jess was doing, and really I didn't much care. She's a pretty amazing woman, but she can be a bit....naggy, if that's a word, at times. I mean, I know, ok she was joking... but I really think she was partially serious. What does she give a shit what I read?? Would she rather I came home with "The Whore's Guide to Getting Laid?" hahahahaha

Maybe she thinks reading about 1970's-1980's rock stars' lives will draw me into that drug-induced-fuck-anything world (well, I am kind in the latter stage, but I don't tell her).  But, I was born in 1984, so I sort of consider that "my era." Like someone born in the 60's thinks "Yeah, I was born in the 60's so I'm a hippie"  LOL  (Stephan taught me that... LOL... laughing out loud... what if I am laughing to myself, is it then LTM?)

Anyway, this biography was a pretty simple read so I got through most of it in a few hours' time. I'm a fast reader. At one point, he talks about sex and girls in the 80's... how the band members would have orgies together with several ladies. I can honestly say I have NOT done that. The last thing my boner wants is to see Stephan naked! That would kill it. I mention him only because, as I have mentioned previously, we don't know what Cameron is really... never see him with anyone, not woman nor man... nor cow! After all these years we stopped asking. Music is it for him. Apparently that's what gets him off, and if he has sex with anyone, it's when we are not on tour, that's for sure. Maybe he's gay and doesn't want us to know for fear we'll dump him? Like we care! This is the 21st century for crying out loud!

 Back to the biography. Apparently, women weren't the only thing shared by rock stars back then, but sexual diseases too. This was before the days of AIDS and other nasties, like super bugs and all the crap we worry about today.

Let me tell you something right now... I will NOT fuck anything that comes to me (as was stated a certain rocker back then did... I am sure many did.. seems the 70's and 80's was the "fuck-me" generation). I do have a bit of dignity. I also have a type. Like Jess for example. Brunette, big busted, thin waist, fairly tall (hey, I'm 6 feet, I don't want a shrimp). Also... wear a condom! Damn!! I guess back then men didn't feel it was necessary, or didn't like it. I always do! Ok... most of the time!!! I admit, I have indulged on a whim when I had nothing on me (which is rare). But those are few and far between. To my knowledge, I have no kids out there. And I certainly have no STDs. Yes, I've been checked. I am clean ladies... very clean! *evil laugh*  C'mon down!

Someone please find this gorgeous amazing woman and send her my way!