i don't know what's going on, but i'm in a good mood for some reason........

had a good gig last night at the Bronx Zoo and made some decent money. a group of people actually drove all the way from wichita, ks to see me play. that fucking blows my mind. i was so impressed with that, i invited them back to my house, disgraceland. we sat up until 5 in the morning bullshitting and drinking beer and contemplating the universe. i think we made some major breakthroughs but i can't remember what they were.....one of the guys, travis, asked me to sign his guitar and i obliged him. it was only my second guitar signing. he handed me a sharpie and pulled out his guitar and sure enough there was a mike mcclure autograph already on there. i think mike and i teamed up to completely devalue what was a pretty good guitar. it made me laugh, though.......

i don't want any of you to think that if you travel across a couple of states to see me play that i'll invite you over to my home. that was a one time deal........i need my privacy.

okay what else?

before i started posting this thought, i went back and read all of my previous posts and goddamn, i'm fucking funny as shit. no wonder all of you are reading this shit. i should be getting paid for this crap. i just give away all of these little nuggets of wisdom and get nothing in return. you people should be ashamed. send checks or money orders or cash right now or else i might have to just quit.........probably not, though. i enjoy hearing myself talk while i type too much. i can type just about as fast as i can talk and i say it out loud as i'm doing it. it beats any conversation with another human.

here's something i hate. when people email me or write me and try and say something funny and at the end of the sentence they put something like......heheheheheh or ha hahahah or some shit like that. if it's funny, i'll laugh without you having to do it for me. plus, heheheheheh is just plain gay. knock it off...

well, i'm going to play at Raz on the Braz this thursday. Terry Rasor puts on a great festival every year and i was lucky enough to be included this year. i'm performing on thursday sometime, but i don't know when. it's an informal kind of thing, i think.....that means i won't be at the wreck room this week and i won't be there next week either because i'll be on a cruise ship bound for cozumel. yeah, you know it. lick on that. while you're at work slaving for the man, i'll be laying around a pool with a big fat pina colada in my hand. "would you like another drink, mr. copeland?". uh, is a fat dog heavy? just keep 'em coming cabana boy and put some liquor in it this time. i don't think anyone has ever heard me say, "this drink is too strong".

here's a few other things you won't ever hear me say:

1. i wish there was some more cops around.

2. no thank you, i don't smoke pot.

3. you're showing way too much cleavage in that dress.

4. yeah, i would love to go to church with you.

5. please stop performing oral sex on me.

that's about all i can think of right now......i'm sure there's other things you won't hear me say, but my brain is hurting right now. i think i may go see a movie today. it's about time i post a movie review on mac's site. i know the masses are anxiously awaiting. there's nothing out i really want to see right now. i kinda want to see "seabiscuit" but not that bad. i guess i could go to a matinee and sneak in some candy and a d.p. in ferrell's purse so it doesn't cost me an arm and a leg. they could have my leg with poison ivy on it, i guess. that wouldn't be so terrible.

well, i'll catch ya on the flip side.

word yo,

scott