I was out drinking and bow-hunting with a couple of buddies the other day when it dawned on me how much I miss playing rock and roll. Unfortunately, I can’t fit into these stretch tights any more, and well, I can’t play guitar fer shit, either, or sing for that matter.
Fortunately, Winter Lyrically Speaking is returning on January 5th, so you can SEE my best tunes, all written out, like words and shit. Like having Cat Scratch Fever, you know.
As for me, I think I’ll go kill it and grill it.
Here’s some Motor City Madman humor for ya:
If I were an astronaut, what kid of Tang would I want the most?
Wang Dang Sweet Poon Tang, of course!
Got you in a stranglehold, baby.