I did a livestream with Merrycrest Sessions.

I did more livestreams from Hernando's Hideaway with Delta Ondine on instagram too,

Here's like, a link or something

I'm in the middle of a run of 3 shows in 4 days and I'm already two shows in.

Tonight I'm doing the Valentine's show with Some Kind of Nightmare at Growler's.

I remember back in the bad old days of newgrounds, I'd talk about doing shows and people would be all "PICS OR IT DINT HAPEN!!!!111" and then I'd be like "But I swear guys, I'm like a musician IRL, and I record stuff sometimes but I'm all busy and it sounds like crap most of the time" but I wouldn't, you know, have pics.

Now that everyone's terminally online, you can't cut a good fart without someone livestreaming it.

As you know, I am super comfortable with livestreaming and livestreams. I've never had an absolutely horrific experience as a result of some dickhole doing dumb shit for FB live, not me.

Been a ton of shootings lately and we're in the early start of a super shit election year, all stuff that makes me crazy as fuck. My stomach's been doing backflips for days.

Like there's news today just a few hours ago somebody shot up the super bowl parade. The actual fuck?

There was just another spree killing in memphis a few days ago.

So yeah, I'm doing great mentally, no problems.

Had a super weird experience at Merrycrest, because Dai introduced me as the drummer from Sin City Scoundrels, and dude was all "Oh shit, that's a blast from the past, I remember him from Los Psychosis" and I've joined two other bands since then, let alone unmentioned acts.

It's just fucking weird to see some dude with a relatively wide array of experience on the local scene be aware that technically I've had multiple eras of drumming in various bands. the Merrycrest dude knows his shit. The wild thing is I kept talking about the deathmatch shit, because next month I'm supposed to be MCing for Mudshow's record release at Hitone. There's going to be three separate death matches that night.

Back in my Sex and Violence ring announcing days, there was never any good video of me anouncing, and the audio was always shit. Even if you bought the DVD we'd redo the commentary in higher audio quality in post.

It's weird being remembered as the dude with the super bonafide psychobilly credentials, when there are also a lot of people who remember me as the death match ring announcer guy, so many that over a decade later I'm being asked to MC a deathmatch show.

Like, before SnV deathmatch, I had a lot of trouble getting booked, and that was my bread and butter gig getting bands shows. That was my big dream back then, just get my bands booked for SnV deathmatch shows.

People who know me well, people who've known me for years, have no idea I was deeply, deeply involved in death match. I used to have long hair before death match, and got my head shaved after a match by Psycho, which is how I got the stupid haircut I have to this day.

I have refused to mention Snv to several therapists, and dissociation issues I have with having such a wildly violent period in my life. It's still surreal as fuck to me to occasionally get a phone call from Tony Myers just to shoot the shit.

Like when the scandal with Vince Mcmahon came out, I got a call from Tony at work about it.

Tony eats broken glass in japan with some of the biggest names on the island.

Don't believe me? Same channel I just shared, oh look, he's in japan with a chainsaw.

And I'm supposed to be able to relate to other people. I'm supposed to function in this boring ass world.

I'm having flashbacks to the smell of broken light tubes right now.

I have a show in 2 and a half hours.

I got 4 hours of sleep last night.

I worked all day.

The.

Fuck.