Yeah so ive been prompted by a friend to keep blogging cause...well...i haven't been just cause usually when i do its 4:17 in the morning and im fucked up beyond all belief. So its 4:17 and i figure its probably the best time write some something..yeah why not...CHRIST...where do i start really so much has happened in the last...oh? I dont know is it a year? Fuck nose (with the hand signals...figure it out)? Up and down..up and down story of my fucking life. I got to say it keeps things interesting...the table im writing on seems to slide away from me as write i think i have to tighten some screws on this bad boy its like a new born f'ing horse..yeah even im laughing about it....however im here and your not and its really not that funny if youre not me and havent been to the places i have tonight and seen the things i saw and smelled i smelled....yada walked in the shoes....dig? Right so the blog...
ok so positives...im supposed to concentrate on them right? Good cause i am and positive things seem to be happening asides from the regular musician bullshit ego and the i me and it gang. Yeah its a gang...scary gang at that and youre probably thinking multiple personality kev shit but no im not talking about multiple personalities im talking real people and band dynamics the difficulty of keeping one together. Its hard and i will admit that i often dream about me and an acoustic guitar...honest simple songs and a simpler life. I think life is tellin me something but it hasnt persuaded me fully yet? You know? When it does happen and it will.... i.... mean fuck its just a matter of time and i will love it and make millions and millions of dollars singing sad songs to rich fat girls with great personalities and spend my summers in Hawaii at Robin Masters Estate while Higgins is givin me shit for not servicing the ferrari and every now and then i will go to the club to hang with Rick and T.C. and work as a private investigator mostly representing beautiful rich women with tons of money who will no doubt end up falling in love with me....only to find at the end of every case that that was just a cruel play on my love and that i had been hoodwinked....and realize that my only true love who died in a tragic plane crash is the only girl i will ever love...or is it? Tune in next week for the dramatic conclusion...which will be followed by Simon and Simon except for the west where 60 minutes will asking some billionaire some silly questions about why he and John Kerry dont get along...all that and Andy Rooney...god bless him...until then try to love somebody

Hi blog...ive missed you, ive been living life and ignoring you and im sorry..but ive been so busy....busy busy busy....ive got a stomach ache right now. I never have them but now i do...so it goes. Im just writing you to say life is good and were playing tons of shows.... everyone is different some are great some are not but i believe thats how life works?...up to this point anyhow? i have many many many stories in need to tell you and will in time but for now i have to go. Talk soon blog enjoy your time in the ether

kevin

So after nearly 6 years of playing with my band ive learned alot. Alot about music alot about people alot about life and alot about me. I realized that you cant please everyone...something that i guess ive always known but.....faced with the challenge i have tried to. Right or wrong. Music is really way more than sound...its energy its honesty its confidence its emotion...and when that emotion is pure and unbridled...thats when it connects....we play this "rock" set seamlessly and we have for awhile but is that what people want? Is that what i want? I dont think so...or at least im not sure...what i want is to challenge myself..to be honest in every strum of my guitar and every word i say with every fiber of my..... here comes the cliche my "being"...cliche as it may be thats what i want. There are so many levels in life in anything that you do no matter who you are...your maybe the guy or gal who just picked up the guitar or just wrote a poem or just did your first roundhouse or just caught your first wave or just kissed a girl or just did you're first line of coke or... or ...or ...or whatever. The point is i think...and im not sure and maybe i need to qualify more than most but so be it. Its those moments where you are bigger than yourself...where life stands still...where life ceases to be anything a place where you dont think you just feel.. the place where you somehow became who you wanted to be a place without critics a place without "no"...your own little garden where you live life on your own terms....."the place"...weve all been there and we all want to go back, and i think we can...its elusive as fuck its like tv remote its hard to find sometimes you look under the cushions of your couch..the bathroom....wherever!.... and you try to retrace your steps and you cant find it and then...when your not looking there it is again. Touch it feel it take it all in whenever that moment comes cause you can never be sure when its coming back.