whaddup yo yo...

what shall i blather on about today? who knows.... i sure the fuck don't know. someone let me know what the fuck if they figure it out.

i had a horrible dream this morning in which i found out i was the antichrist.

but then i woke up and realized that i don't believe in the devil. i started thinking further and concluded that the antichrist probably won't be a convicted felon either. my favorite number is 8 anyway. i feel better about it now. you can rest assured i am not the son of the devil. toby keith is...

time out.

30 minutes later.....

i had something the other day that i wanted to touch on, but i can't remember what it was. it was of a religious nature. oh yeah... i instruct you all to go mark your forehead with the number 8 and let's move to waco and stockpile guns and shit.

just kidding.

as your cult leader, i promise never to have headquarters in waco. that should have been their first clue that koresh wasn't jesus. that and when he started fucking all the women and girls. another clue.

15 minutes later after finding my snuff....

okay, i thought i'd leave you all with something special today. these are the complete and correct lyrics as written by me to the underground hit song "The Talking Americana, Alt-Country Texas Music Blues Part 1" a lot of people have asked me why i don't include the lyrics on my cd's, and the answer is simple.

i enjoy hearing people do covers of my songs and mispronouncing the words and even changing them completely. also, i can only afford a six panel jacket each time and i have to have space for my thoughts. duh.

anyway, here's the poem..

i was driving back from amarillo and i ran over an armadillo
and i was like, "fuck man, shit, goddamn..i think i just ran over an armadillo.
so i went back to investigate, and after further investigation
i found out the armadillo was still alive, he said he needed a ride
down I35 he was headed to austin.
i said, "that is fucking awesome."
then he said he had a friend possum
and do i mind if he came along too.
i said can he talk and he said "yeah" and i said, "well, why not"
and away we went.

and i said, "hey armadilla what's ya'll deal"
and he said, "scott, we just tryin' to keep it real"
we're americana, alt-country, folk, rockabilly, texas honky-tonk red dirt musicians......and songwriters.
i said, "no way, me too"
well, why don't ya'll play me a song
and he said here's one he's been workin on
and in two part they sang...

I LOVE TEXAS, I LOVE TEXAS, I LOVE TEXAS, I LOVE TEXAS.

i said, that is fucking brilliant.
why didn't i think of that

getting back to first things first
maybe we should write another verse
i don't know maybe something like this,
"FROM EL PASO TO LUCKENBACH
LONE STAR BEER AND SHINER BOCKS
FROM AMARILLO TO DEL RIO, THE FRIO AND THE RIO GRANDE
ROBERT EARL KEEN AND PAT GREEN
AND MY MOTHER WORKS AT A DAIRY QUEEN IN ABILENE
SERVING REFRIED BEANS, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

i don't know something like that...

to be continued......

okay enough of that. that'll take all day. i'll do it in segments.

hey, i thought i'd use my influence and obvious political power to say that i would really like some colonial tickets if anyone gets some. now, i'm not saying that i will go with you and hang out and shit. i just want some tickets. so if anybody knows one of the greenskeepers or caddies or some shit, then email me. i also will accept rangers tickets.

thank you.

i am going to eat some golden grahams now.

yes,

say that like marv albert,

yes,


later days....

scott