I keep forgetting that the point of a ‘blog’ is not a ‘blather’ but a way to spread what passes for news.
Despite my hopes, except for two private affairs, there will be no concerts until (probably) next March. Just wasn’t enough time to figure out the logistics. Sorry.
But, it’s been suggested that unless I break down and get my eye fixed soon, I’ll probably never have sex again. Or be able to pass small children without making them cry in terror. Which I think are less than subtle hints that the more I’ve gotten used to it, the less attractive it is to everyone else (except maybe John Waters fans.) I think the clue should’ve been the last few gigs where people started not looking at my face—in that polite way people have of trying to not look at yer face when there’s something weird going on.
So the holiday seems a fine time. 😀
It’s pretty much just cosmetic. But after all the pointless procedures, doing something strictly ‘cosmetic’ now seems ironic to say the least. On the other hand, it has dawned on me that a sure sign of old age is when you either get too vain (not my problem) or the opposite attitude where running errands in a housecoat becomes normative. With one eye tearing constantly. No, that won’t do at all. A gentleman must have some standards. Eye gets fixed. And no more muu-muus.
So… keep sending in the Come To My Town requests. On the plus side, there will likely be new material by early spring. And I’m gonna try to have a Christmas pressie in the next week or so.