Both My Grammys are Dead

So… cartoons were good tonight, Bob sold out his family… Stan caught a case of the sleepwalker… I was able to make a beer run while Family Guy was flogging a dead horse. All in all, it seems the night is going pretty well. We flipped through the channels and found a postmortem Paul McCartney wave his mullet all over the TV with… I dunno, drumsyncing (?) over dubbed drumming by the original big nosed idiot Ringo Starr. Yeah… here goes the Grammys… fueled by Schlitz.

Then Metallica (however the fuck that’s spelled) ruined one of their own songs… which should only be a task reserved for poor covers played on super market radio stations. …and just when we thought it should be over… ol’ big lips from Aerosmith tried to sing a Smokey Robinson song, and I wanted to kill myself, but before that could happen Daft Punk won a Grammy… for some stupid fucking reason.

Here’s a picture of me throwing 40oz. bottles at the TV:

grammys

seriously, Green Day has a touring broadway show …this post is so fucking dead to me.

So… I Know I’ve Been Wondering

As promised, I’m trying to keep up on the blog. Here’s what’s been up in the world… yesterday (anticipating my day off today, and bored by new years shenanigans) I drank a bunch of beer and gin, shaved my beard, cut my hair, wrote a blog (that I didn’t post,) and wrote a song. Karen and I had decided on the title a couple weeks ago. It’s called When’s Paul McCartney Gonna Die Again? …I think we just really wanted a song with that title, the song itself didn’t really matter, but in keeping with this weird new style of song writing, I present the sixth (it was a busy day of rerecording) demo version of…

Kids That Play Dead – When’s Paul McCartney Gonna Die Again?

Perhaps when it’s finished (or if people actually listen to it,) I’ll post some of the more early demos.