Oh, my aching back.

Holy crapfish, I've got a blog!

Now that that's out of the way - I've busted my back. I decided to jog the other day ("jog" may be too strong a word. More like "scoot".) and my body has freaked. the fuck. out. I pushed it a bit but I was Imagine Rocking and could not be stopped. (I'm a hell of an Imagine Rocker. An Imagine RockSTAR, as it were.) My guitar work on "Welcome To The Jungle" was on yesterday! Clapton was watching stage left (sitting next to Sting, how cool) and since my riff during "Sweet Child O' Mine" is taken directly from "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" I decide to cross the stage and play directly to him. He digs it. Axl's a little pissed at first but he understands that my talent deserves respect. I don't just play guitar, I sing a little too. My voice is incredibly versatile, sounding like Sarah McLaughlin one minute and Fiona Apple the next. (It's all just natural skill, I'm completely self-taught.) I've gotten several offers over the past few months but want complete artistic control and if they can't offer that, fuck 'em.

(Shut up.)

Okay, I need to do something with this day. I'm catering tonight. Deep breath in...