Twas the night before SIXXMASS, and all through my room, not a creature was
stirring, not even the groom...woke up in Dallas, Nikki came over to hang
out... its crazy too, because his lead singer was next door and he was way
down the hall.. but we shot the shit, he gave me the shirt off his back..
Which is a pretty cool line of clothes - Royal Underground. I got a slammin'
cashmere hoodie, that I wanna wear in bed.. but thank god Erin's here. The only
thing it wasn't on stage was snowing.you can only hope you've warmed up the
audience by the songs you choose to play and I think Joe Perry set em' on
fire. Bumped into a really good old friend of mine.the jeep I had whilst
writing Pump. I used to write lyrics on a pad I kept in the visor and would
play the demos on the cassette machine on the way to Joe's studio for
recording.and wound up stopping 5 or 6 times on the way there. I'd pull
over and write."SHOW YOU HOW TO FAX IN THE MAIL ROOM HONEY.." It would take me hours
to get there sometimes...
But anyway, time for a limerick...
I once knew a girl from Dallas.
Who used a dynamite for a phallice
They found her vagina.
In North Carolina..
And her a**ole in Buckingham Palace.
If not for anything.I'm at least in a good mood tonight!!!!
So take your grey pupon my friend and shove it up your past.
Memories really get me off.
If there's one thing we'll all have in our old age.it's our memories.
I will never be the one that's sitting on my death bed wishing I had.
Because I did. I can honestly say that today, my isms.are wasms..and in
Virginia saw my cousins.
Hit the bar in the hotel after the show.. .Hung out late night with Steve
Lawler and Larry Weathers.from live nation.
Bunch a good ole' boys.nice to know who we're workin for.
See you in San Antonio.. Shine up yer spurs....
With love.
ST Here....Archive
