Toronzo, Chico, Velveeta, Grady and Hoochie Man

I just got back from a whirlwind weekend of groovy live Blues music in Chi Town. Toronzo’s band kicked ass! He invited other local musicians to the stage to jam out through their own style of guitar speak. It was awesome, sweet! (ND reference). The T-Man really gets the audience going and psyched into a hypnotic beat. We also saw Joanna Connor’s band (with Toronzo playing 2nd guitar) and she is amazing – a mesmerizing voice that takes you to a different era. That woman can play the funkdified Blues and gets down and dirty on that guitar!

I also met up with my friend JD who is working in the adult entertainment business - a far cry from his previous and recent career choice of law. Not sure how law school prepares you for porn, but there must be something there. He did have a good time over the 4th at his “Skindependence Day” conference.

I’m back in Wisconsin and was forced to purchase some clothing at Target. I frequently shop at Target for other things, but I’m leary of buying clothes there for fear of everyone in town wearing the same thing. Lately, I’ve been into the “junior” Ts with goofy-ass sayings on them. I’m not sure why exactly, but I bought one that says, “Jamaica: Come By and Say Hi!” They must have forgotten the “t” in “say” at the manufacturing plant in Honduras. That would make more sense.

I just finished Augusten Burrough’s memoir, “Running with Scissors.” I enjoyed this very much because it read more like fiction then some boring and insipid account of someone’s life. This guy had one wigged out childhood. Here are a few short highlights to peak your interest:

- Bible Dipping
- Shit in the toilet that points upward in the bowl has Godly meaning
- Strong desire to work at McDonalds
- Stronger desire to create hair products and become the next Vidal Sassoon
- Delusional lesbian mother seeking the meaning of life through her poetry and her shrink