Look, I know its been a while since I've posted here, and frankly I haven't done much with the project since my last post. Focus is a hard thing to achieve over a long period of time given the day to day responsibilities of life. I doubt anyone is even following this project anymore. That's OK. That's expected shit right there :). What can I say? I'm just one guy trying to follow a crazy-ass dream and having some trouble getting and keeping going. I imagine its stuff like this that stands in the way of many, many peoples shots at true fulfillment. That said, I'm getting back to this. It'll get harder the longer I don't and pretty soon if I'm not careful I'll have no shot whatsoever. Let me tell you a little story of my personal inspiration:

The hot-wife (HW) and I love Vegas, and we love the Red Rock Resort and Casino. So when I saw that Puddle of Mudd was going to be there I figured hell, let's spend a long weekend down there soak up some rays by the pool and see one of the bands that my HW and I really connect on. Not too mention PoM is just a fun band to see live, they put on a great show and it's worth checking them out if you get an opportunity.
**Side rant, I can't understand why more people don't know these guys. Everyone has heard their songs, hell most can sing along to them but yet they still haven't found as much name recognition as you would think. What I do know is that they have an awesome sound, Wes Scantlin and company produce amazing lyrics, and their shows are a riot. **
We arrive at the Red Rock on Thursday July 7, and right away something cool and interesting was happening. Right there in the lobby, I mean not more that two feet from me stood Paul Phillips the dude in the photo below:

Completely unexpected, but sort of makes sense when you think about it. These guys were staying here at the Red Rock too. Later, into the next morning and after way, way too many Red Bull vodka's (the HW and I partied on the strip at Moon and the Playboy club), we got back to the Red Rock and bumped into Wes Scantlin at the Roulette table. The casino was pretty slow and Wes was approachable enough to shake hands, pose for a photo, and share a tidbit. "I like roulette because it's chill you know" - Wes Scantlin. I told him we were really looking forward to the show or something like that, I was pretty buzzed up at that point :).

The crazy thing was, this stuff kept happening... All weekend long. The very next day the HW and I are hanging out at the pool and run into Wes again. At this point the HW is teasing me to no end: "you're totally stalking him", "oh look, there's your man-crush", and my personal favorite, "what if Wes, Nathan Fillion, and Bruce Willis were all here? You wouldn't even know what to do with yourself". All verbal jabs designed to rib me and amuse her to no end.

Night of the show, the HW and I are waiting for our reservation at Hachi. Up walks another band-member, Adam (new guitarist), set to get his pre-show eat on. "Don't you have like a rehearsal or something to do?" I ask as he walks up all smiles. "No man, we already did sound check, I need to get something to eat". I introduced myself and my HW. Adam introduced himself and we wish him luck. I didn't catch his last name, and my Monday night web searches have yet to find a reference to the guy, but he rocked it on stage. You can see him at the mic over on the left. At the after party, the HW and I are chillin in a pool-side cabana teasin our waitress (in a friendly/flirty way)and up walks Adam again. "I saw you guys out there" he said in reference to the concert. We shook and fist-bumped (trying to keep it cool around rock-stars ya know).
That was all fine and dandy, but the next shit was out of control, hard to even believe my-own-self. After the concert, after the after-party, and back at the blackjack tables playing some hands with Wes. Yes, the HW, Wes Scantlin, and I are now gambling together at the Red Rock. Oh right, there are other people at the table as well, but they are not important (including the poor old Asian lady I reference below). Wes gets up, loses his seat to some other drunken gamblers who don't seem to recognize him (how I dunno, he's like the only long haired dude in the place). I motion him over to offer him my seat and he's like no man let's bet together. So he's in for like 50 dollars to my 10 for a few hands as he and my HW chat it up behind me. He's like a millionaire though so I'm sure 50 bux is no big deal :). This goes on for a few hands and he takes off.
Now I realize that these guys are just people like you and I, and that aside from their very obvious musical talent they probably have many of the same fears, insecurities, and warped minds as the rest of us. In fact, I'm positive that they do. It's one of the reasons their music, and other music connects with people. Real-world shared experience. The next part is the subject of why I wrote this post and why I want to continue on with my dream drawing inspiration from this weekend. Musicians create energy and feeling. They use tools that are built into each and every one of us and bring it together in a way that can not really be replicated by any other means. The vibe, energy, emotion, or whatever you want to call it that is generated at a concert is palpable and real and it's like no other feeling in the world. Sure, great songs sound great on CD/MP3/Radio whatever, but the musician led live sound is simply magic. These guys do it better than most and I want to be at the center of that.
The weekend was not all party though. I did learn some valuable, how to be a rock-star lessons. I'll share them with you below:
- "Always double down" - even when holding K2 or K3, better yet do it with a K7 and hit it!
- It's sometimes OK to annoy little old Asian ladies who clearly have no idea who is sitting at the table with them :)
- Be a fucking smart-ass. There are waaay too many serious folks out there
- Be goofy, and be real
- Even when you are a giant rock-star, spend some time with your fans, they'll appreciate you even more. Hell, you never know when you might inspire the next crop of musicians
Peace,
~b
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