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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

PREPARATION/INSPIRATION

After last nights rehearsal with Chris and Rob Machold I felt the Noodle was in a good spot. I've been busy working my day job and promoting TEDSTOCK to the point where I began to feel I hadn't put enough time into The Band. Chris and Rob quelled my fears, and considering the Big Saturday Rehearsal with Paul at my favorite minute - the last one, I actually feel good about #12 Rock and Roll Noodle.

So I went and got the Mowhawk.

Last night Chris said I'd never keep it a secret, and that I'd blog it the second I did it. Chris was right.

After, I stopped at Virgin and got the first three Rose Tattoo records on CD. Long overdue. I should have given out their self-titled debut to the guys in the Noodle instead of the SETLIST CD that I made. It would have done as good of a job. This is exactly what I would want MY band to sound like. I've never had my own band, and I'm on record stating that I'd rather not. I've found the collaborative approach extremely rewarding. I've always seen it as my job to bring the Rose Tattoo to whatever band Chris, Paul and I have had together.

NICE BOYS:

"She hit town a rose in bloom
Smell the sweet, sweet perfume
The color faded and the petals died
Down in the city no one cried

And in the streets the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
With roaches so big they got bones
They moved in and made themselves at home

I say nice boys...don't play rock'n'roll
Nice boys...don't play rock'n'roll
I'm not a nice boy!

Sweet sixteen she was fresh and clean
Wanted so bad to be part of the scene
She met the man and she did the smack
And now, she pays the price layin' down on her back

Want so bad just to please the boys
Ended up bein' just a toy
Played so hard burned her life away
Lies were told no promises made

Nice boys...don't play rock'n'roll
Nice boys...don't play rock'n'roll
I'm not a nice boy...and I never was

Young and fresh when she hit town
Hot for kicks just to get around
And now she lays in a filthy room
She kills the pain with a flick and a spoon

And in the streets the garbage lies
protected by a million flies
With roaches so big they got bones
They moved in and made themselves at home

Nice boys...don't play rock'n'roll
Nice boys...don't play rock'n'roll
Nice boys...don't play rock'n'roll
Nice boys...don't play rock'n'roll
Nice boys...don't play rock'n'roll
Nice boys...don't play rock'n'roll
Nice boys...don't play rock'n'roll
Nice boys...they never play rock'n'roll"

So, yeah, Let's Rock!

Comments:
Thank God you didn't give us those CD's. I don't think I have time to get all of the tat's.
 
You didn't get the tattoos? I'd say you need to check your commitment to the band.
 
I've got a cool eighties heavy metal tattoo, can I join the band?
 
Your tat certainly can!

If you'd like to come up and do some flexing, that would be cool.
 
I bet Microdot could learn Sabbath's Vol.4 pretty quick.
 
Man, double slag...

My tat's welcome, but no room at the inn for the rest of me. I see.

Oh, and I sound like Ozzy right? Real nice.

I quit the band I wasn't allowed to join.

Wait a minute I do sound like Ozzy...
 
Wait a minute, did I missed something?

did you get a mowhawk? or a mohawk?

Either way, you should post a picture.
 
Is there a difference. I got no hair on the side of me head, which is that?
 
I think the "mowhawk" is when there's a mower involved.
 
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