It Might Get Loud

This might be my new favorite movie of all time. I played bass in a bad punk band in high school. Bought a guitar in 2000, left it with a neighbor in Williamsburg, as with all of my vinyl and left for Nippon. Never saw them again. I broke my finger and can't play chords anymore at all, but this film makes me want to pick up the guitar again and make noise. Get some pedals and see where it goes. Write songs again, or at least poetry.

Lastly, it makes me want to get a coke bottle and a piece of nylon and make something.

BTW, the Edge looks like a pussy in comparison to White and Page

Things

Well, just got off the phone with Lee. He told me that I need to update my blog.

It has been awhile. We have a new president. We have a recall by Toyota, ever faithful of all cars other than a Honda. Then I read that some Hondas are being recalled. And that makes me think of my car. A Honda. Then, I think of my body. A Pauley, which has a horrible track record.

Onto other things.

FL is already worried about layoffs. I am going back to Scotland for a vacation in February. Can't wait.