Old bands.  Some of us survived the old bands.  Some of us made it on to new bands and played it out while secretly thinking of the old bands and the old lines we played and how we clowned our parts or soloed into that adrenaline high.  That high we got after the show the afterglow of a job well done.  Usually, these seemed like all local shows when we got a chance to go home and fuck the hell out of that woman.  

She’s the woman who stood in the crowd and riveted me.  The woman who sucked me off before I went on-I actually looked down to see her and try and recognize who had done such a good job.  She helped me breakdown my equipment at the end of the show.  She left me for the guitar player, eventually.  No great loss.  He’s ugly and smells bad.  Ohhhh well, they both wound up with several versions of somebody else as did I.  

Then there was that red haired young woman from Montana who danced in front of me all night, throwing around her new tits while I got to my solo in Watchtower.  I played the rhythm while the other guitarist played his version of Hendrix virtuoso.  I watched her dance, wanting her and going home with the old Choronzon Lady, the first part of that infamous mother-daughter act I got to do.  She watched from the back of the room and I fucked the hell out of her and fucked the hell back into her and listened to her Scorpio complaints about my come running down her pussy over her asshole inside those thick panty hose while she wrote sales orders in grocery stores remembering her days of taking man after man to her Cadillac in the parking lot and finally having the store manager get the police to remove her because she’d gotten too obvious. 

Somehow I knew I would love that red haired Montana sow and that my heart’d break again most tragically after I fucked her thousands of times over four years…born on the same day as the woman who dumped me on my birthday when I started that ten year sexual sojourn.  Oh I loved the idea that I loved these women, but what I really loved came from playing in the Resentments(AZ) and Chuy’s Revenge.  I loved the rush of the stage.  I loved it all. 

Here’s a pic of a good old band…Hellfire.  After the day.  They’ve lived on.