Good Morning Babies!
Something's been niggling at me since Saturday, maybe one of you can help.
Am I the only one who thinks Bret Michaels looks like Britney Spears?
Maybe they have the same plastic surgeon.
I was very afraid.
I'm also too old to watch the music channel. It's irritating. VH1 and The National Post must share the same "fact checkers". To be honest, HRG did not really watch so much as stared in disbelief.
Then we went and played. It was loose, had some pretty crappy moments where things all just fell apart, but we recovered and had fun. Closed big. Everyone else got 3 songs. HRG got 6. There were some pretty kickin' good players up there with us. It's too bad these two players can't commit to a project right now, but we make a point of playing together at the jams because it's so much freakin' fun! Not only amazing players, but also very very very cute boys. One of them is the one who shares the name with my teenage heartthrob. In another life this would've been dangerous. Not now though. It's not that hard to be a grown up after all. Who knew? Anyway, we're talking up the new project, the early buzz is positive, people seem honestly excited that we're back with a 80s pop/rock chick kind of thing. I'm trying to reawaken my muse. She's there, groggy, but eyes are open and that's a start. The trick is not to force it, but to let it happen. She'll shake the cobwebs off and then look out. Don't say I didn't warn you.
The return of HRG is near.
Be afraid. Be very very afraid.
HRG
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