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Sunday June 26, 2005

 

 


The weather must know that AthFest is going on. It rained for at least a while all 3 days of it. Every festival I've been to (or been a part of) this year has had rain. For years, I never got rained on at shows. I've more than made up for it recently. I wanted to get out and photo some of the closing day today but I just couldn't justify going out in the rain with my camera and last week's history. So I just sat around listening to more McCartney (today I focused on 74-80) and did a very late version of spring cleaning around the house.

I'm just thankful to be back on track. I'm looking forward to getting back to the sheds and the stage...

Tonight, I'm missing Seal at Chastain.


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Saturday June 25, 2005

 

 

 

 


I took today easy. I had a bit of a relapse last night after the performance. Once the adrenaline wore off, my heart went out of bounds again. It was too fast and totally arrhythmic...not a good combination. Unfortunately, I had to ditch on Carla Lefever and The Bearfoot Hookers. I felt terrible doing that but again, I felt like I had to pull myself together first and foremost. I'm okay today. Just my usual post-gig tired. I'm still not up to strength but I'll be there soon.

I spent the day today relaxing and listening to Paul McCartney. Every now and again I go back to my heroes and re-study...especially if I'm refilling the well before the new songs come. That's where I feel like I am now. Today I dug deep into Macca's 1970 - 73 catalog. It was extremely hit or miss. There's some real crap in there. But truth be told, there are a lot of lost gems, too. It's good seeing that even someone that legendary had more misses than hits. It gives a humble little no-name artist like myself hope.

I do kind of wish I had gone to see Donny Osmond tonight. How many opportunities do you get to see someone like that? I've never had the chance and I'm still coming back together so I took tonight off, too.

Ah, so good to have nothing to complain about again. Here's to our health...

 


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Friday June 24, 2005
 

Look out world...here come the Critical Hookers!

 

 

 


I think I'm going to be able to pull this off tonight. Against all odds. I hope I'm not being overly confident. Again, I'm just so glad to be functional again I don't even care if I'm not quite functional enough. I'm taking it easy today but I'm going to give it all I've got tonight. If I wind up unconscious in a pile on the stage, so be it. I'm not letting this thing beat me. As long as I can hold up the guitar and walk on stage, we're going on.

I spent my morning today editing the photos from last night and sending them to Flagpole. I spent the rest of the day just kind of pacing myself and trying to pull it together. Then, Amanda and I did the ritual dinner before heading out to the scene of tonight's gig at 8:30.

Wanna see what happened? Read all about it here.

...I'm back!

 


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Thursday June 23, 2005

Drive-By Truckers accept another slew of awards at this year's Athens Music Awards...


 


Alright, I'm actually functional enough today to try to get back to life. I'm very weak but I'm so thrilled that I go see past the next 24 hours again that I'm going for it while I can. I set up a couple of shows today. Actually, Tom arranged one and I arranged one. They should both be good ones, too. We've decided to play more strategically now that we feel we're fairly well together. We're also going to be adding some new songs if we ever get back to it. I guess (if I'm lucky enough to make it onto the stage) we'll know after tomorrow how much rust we've gathered. Here's hoping...

Amanda and I even went out tonight to the Athens Music Awards at the Morton Theatre. I'm really not up to it but I haven't missed one in years and Flagpole always uses a bunch of my pics. Plus, it'll be a good limit pusher. I've got to say, it did me good to get out and see so many people I know. I really felt like a contributing and important part of Athens when I go out and Vanessa from Pylon treats me like a friend. Then Patterson from the Drive-By Truckers invites me up on stage to help him present some awards (I politely declined this evening - although it would've been a great opportunity on any other night). I see several Flagpole staff members I haven't seen in awhile. Then Tommy Valentine (of Tommy Valentine Presents) came up and talked for awhile. My friend Rich Merritt was there, too. So it was good to see 'em all. I did still just lurk in the front row of the balcony and shoot. Usually, I run all over the place. I obviously couldn't do that this evening. So I sat with my shaky legs and took it all in. Tom even came out for the first half. Honestly, this was a fairly boring Music Awards. It did the job and there were some solid performances but it didn't really feel as special as they used to. Maybe I'm just that jaded. Maybe I'm just not feeling it tonight. Oh well - I got it done and I'm proud of myself for that. Now - if only I can pull tomorrow off.


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Wednesday June 22, 2005

 

 

 

Okay - I'm definitely better today. I stopped taking all the medicine, the room stopped spinning and I'm looking forward to eating again. Maybe I've got a chance. Am I being overly optimistic? I can't imagine how I'll have the strength to perform in 48 hours but I'm holding out hope. Stranger things have happened after all. It's not looking good but it's also not looking impossible anymore.

I'm still missing out on a potentially profitable venture. Billy Corgan is kicking off his first ever solo tour with a show an hour away from the couch that I'll be lying on. With his announcement of reforming the Pumpkins next year, people will be looking for photos of him circa now. I coulda been a contender on that. If I didn't have the show Friday, I would've taken a chance on going out there. I'm not running a fever now so I shouldn't be contagious. Still - I've got to rest up for Friday.

 


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Tuesday June 21, 2005

 

 

 


Let's see...so how much money do I stand to lose this week? I didn't get to photo Aretha Franklin two days ago. That wouldn't have made much money but it would've been a wonderful evening out. Tonight would've made a bit more. And I would've had a ball. Tonight I'm missing Judas Priest's first headlining tour in the US since 1991. I've never seen them. They're one of the few. I've always wanted to. I'm sure they were incredible. I was surprised a couple of months ago when I heard their new reunion album and liked it! I'd forgotten there was ever such a thing as good metal. So missing this one's especially hard. I was cleared for it, too. I think I would've even enjoyed the opener. Queensryche was opening and only playing songs from their first 4 records. Believe it or not, I could've made money off them. This one company's been asking me to get pics of their drummer for over a year. Tonight was my chance. I was on the couch watching TV and trying to keep dinner down. I'm running a fever now. I haven't felt this sick in years. I'm crawling up and down the stairs. Not only that, I have to take a break halfway up. I'm really starting to panic now. We've got a show this Friday for AthFest with our friends The Bearfoot Hookers. Right now, it looks like it's going to take a miracle to even get me out of the house by then, much less on stage. Even if I was miraculously healed, we haven't rehearsed at all. I haven't even seen Frank since our last show 3 weeks ago. This is just not my month...

...and the summer has begun without me.


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Monday June 20, 2005

 

 


Yeah - well, the daily health whine continues. Today, I couldn't take anymore. I had to go to the doctor. By the time I got there I was beyond weak. I could hardly hold myself up. When he did the whole "breathe in, breathe out" thing, my pulse did its usual 90 - 140 b.p.m. trick again. He suggested (without meaning to) that I revert back to being sick all the time and get re-medicated, give up my life and just wait to die. Of course, that wasn't what he intended to say. But that's what went into my head. I'll have no part of that. My heart rate's up so high because I'M SICK! That's all. It's not some other soap opera like illness. I have a high metabolism. Granted, it does get more out of whack than other people but it's manageable. I know that. I've been doing it for years. I don't need the medication. Not yet. And I'm not going there. If I do, it'll take me out of the game. I'd rather take a chance. I just need to get back into shape. I've let myself go a bit too much while we've been making the record but I'm not gone.

Anyway - he also told me to stay away from all cough syrups then gave me a horse pill to take instead. He promised no side-effects. Guess what? He was wrong. Thankfully, it didn't send my heart all stupid like the others but it just got me high and super-miserable. At first, I thought I was just getting sicker but, no, it's the medication. So my record is unbroken. I have yet to go to a doctor that hasn't made the problem worse. I just feel like sometimes I have to go just in case they can help. Unfortunately, they never really do anymore. They just scare the bejeezus out of me and prescribe something to give me awful side effects.

So, of course, under the power of the medicine, I had yet another "episode" tonight. This one was particularly nasty. Amanda had to help me pull it together for over an hour. She made it much easier and pulled me through with flying colors. That was so important to me.

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