Holy shit - Johnny Cash died yesterday ...
That guy was so rock 'n' roll! Tha Man In Black! Man, he will be missed ... His music was REAL. He was REAL. The world is messed up, he was messed up, he was old, and who fuckin' gives a shit!? His music was and is the point! I decided to hit the whiskey last night, in honor of the man called Cash. Pouring 'til it came outta my pores. He woulda been proud. He was a rocker, a roller, a rebel! Johnny was flippin' people the bird long before Kurt Cobain, and kepp' on doin' it, even into his 70's. What a voice!
So there I was last night, feelin' it, goin' out, thinkin' about the Cash. And I got up and sang. Oh, yesss ... There were these random guys jammin' some sorta dixieland shit, no, wait ... it was blues. Doesn't even matter. Anyway, they had this crazy kick and snare-simple set-up (I'm all about the snare!) and the guitar player had this Clapton-esque thing going on ... and as he did the slide (ahem) I gets up there, grabs tha snare mike, and starts a-singin'! Led Zep, no less!
"This one's for Johnny fucking Cash!" says I. The crowd done dug it.
Never done a Zep tune with a dixieland band. Doesn't matter. On tha snare mike, nontheless! Then I started riffin' out, takin' lyrical twists and turns. Took it in a whole new direction. Been dazed and confused meets I walk the line ... The guitar guy told the crowd later, "The cool thing about that Todd guy is how he put a twist on the words!" I was in a space where I had to just get up and express myself. Let loose for Johnny. And I did. And they got it. And we're alive! That's right, if you're reading this right now, then you're experiencing the miracle of life! Don't fucking forget it, 'cuz it could all end tomorrow, so let's live it up and think and dream and get onnitt and break on through, y'know!?
That bar was all about CASH! And then they put on a LIVE G'n' R CD (Oh, gawd!) and it seemed like I was in some parallel universe, or something ... And the white russians were flowing, and somebody yelled out for more, and then we just continued on over to the after-hours pizza joint. No, wait! Before that, I watched this guy at the bar try to gettit on with this smokin' babe, chattin' and workin' it, and I said to the guy next to me, "Hey, we gotta help that guy get it on!" And he goes, "Yeahhh. OK, watch this!" Then he proceeds to go over and say to him, in earshot of his prospective babe, "Man - thanks for EVERYTHING you did for those kids in Nicaragua! You really did some good things down there, for them. You're the man!" Oh, man ... absolutely hilarious! So dig it, then the girl gets it in her head that she's sitting there with THE MAN! And wouldn't ya know it, 8 minutes later, we look over at them, and they're engaged in a big ol' SMOOCH! And we high fived, and decided that we'd been in there a LITTLE bit, yeah, we'd helped him secure the deal! Rock 'n' roll !!!!!!!!!!!!
So then, we're off to the NY pizza joint, and it's like 2 in the morn. And some guy is offering us cocaine and pills and all kinds of fun party stuff. And someone goes, "What? Coke ... pills?!" And the pimp mumbled something back, and I answer:
"No! He said ... THE POPE KILLS!"
Har, har! Awesome! Uproarious laughter all around. And I'm sure that somewhere up there, or down there, Johnny was laughing, too.
-Todd
P.S. I killed John Ritter ...