Dream Vacation 5814

We landed in Reykjavik a few minutes before noon and navigated through the airport without any hassles. We got on the shuttle where we were greeted by a smiling young man who spoke perfect English. “Hello, I’m Thomas, and I’ll be driving you,” he informed me. “Really?” “Yes, Sir.” “Driving me where?” “Anywhere you like.” “I want some good old-fashioned American food.” “How about Buck’s Burgers and Ribs?” “Whose Buck?” “He’s actually, Peter, but he’s always been fond of the name Buck.” “Buck is usually a nickname.” “Yes, but Peter is strange.” “Why’s that?” “Because he only eats American food when he has Icelandic cuisine all around him.” “Iceland eats too much fish and not enough pork ribs.” “But our food is healthier.” “Thomas.” “Yes, Sir?” “I hate your guts now get me to Buck’s so he can kick your ass while I chow down on ribs.” Thomas laughed and did as instructed.

We arrived at Buck’s Burgers and Ribs, a hopping little joint that serves up classic American fare. We walked into the restaurant and were greeted by Peter AKA: Buck, a bearded middle-aged man with a big smile and belly. “Scragg Man it’s a pleasure to have you and your band eat at my establishment. I’m Buck,” he said. We shook hands, and I told him he looked like a Buck. “Thank you, Sir.” “It’s a putdown,” I replied. Buck grinned and said that he heard about me. “What did you hear,” I asked. “That you have a sharp sense of humor.” “Hell, you don’t have to be that to insult you.” Buck laughed as did his staff. “I suppose your ribs are authentic,” I then asked. “You bet.” “They’re not from a wooly mammoth you found frozen in a cave?” Thomas laughed again.

I then heard a familiar voice.

“Elmer, don’t let everyone see what you’re really like,” Blake said.

Damn, this is a surprise to end all surprises.

I looked at my wife who was giving me her patented annoyed look. Elizabeth and Amy couldn’t contain their excitement and ran up to me. I picked up my baby girls and everything in the world was right. They then ran to Kim who did the same. I gave my wife a hug and asked her who set this up. “Marty, and you easy to keep a secret from,” Blake replied.

Marlene then walked into the front of the restaurant with Gio and Rayne.

I hugged my granddaughters who held on to me tight. The rest of the crew was smiling as were the other patrons. The girls then ran to Kim and Rory. “Caroline wanted to come but is working on a soundtrack, which I told her to finish up. They’ve been a big help with Elizabeth and Amy,” Blake said of Gio and Rayne. “Let’s go sit down,” I said.

We got some tables in the back and put them together. We all took a seat and began talking. Blake said the trip here was reasonably smooth. “It’s not a major destination, but there were a surprising number of people heading here. I know you have some time here because of the cancellation of the Sweden shows, so I figured why not, Iceland looks beautiful,” my wife said. “This is perfect,” I replied. “How are all you guys doing,” my wife asked the crew. “Great, Ma’am, but we’re glad you’re here because Scragg needs an attitude adjustment,” Glen replied. “He’ll get that and then some.” The guys laughed and the good times began to roll. “Grandma said that Grandpa isn’t going to eat nothing but ribs and hot dogs,” Rayne said. “Oh yeah, Pylsur’s,” I said. “Elmer,” Blake warned. “I just needed some familiar grub today.” “Your diet needs to include more fish,” my wife continued. “I eat catfish sometimes.” “Yes, fried and with fries and everything else bad for you.” “All that barbecue you ate in Norway didn’t help,” Rory said, telling a fib to get Blake going. “What,” she asked. “Rory’s telling a story,” I replied. “Enjoy these ribs because you’re going to eat more responsibly while I’m here.” “Blake, you know I eat healthy on the road.” “Yeah, he’s got the four food groups covered: ribs, chops, sausages, and hot dogs,” Rory joked. “Elmer!” “Rory is full of you know what.” “And watch your mouth.” “I didn’t say what I wanted to.” “True, but you were about to.”

The ribs were fantastic, and so were the fixins’. We all laughed ourselves silly when Blake told us how Sister Juliet is whipping Kevin into shape. “She told him that he needs to curb his temper, show more patience, stop using profanity, and start eating better. Naturally, Brie and Davan are having a field day with him. She’s a nice young woman who is also determined,” my wife said. Gio and Rayne giggled and then asked my wife to tell us what Sister Juliet did when she heard some of Rory’s songs. “Oh yes, Davan played her some of your classic cuts, which widened her eyes and shocked her senses. She said that you need some spiritual guidance and good swift kick in the rear,” Blake told Rory, who laughed. “She also said that the Club Jack’s album is an abyss of sin and shame,” Blake told me, which I found hilarious. “I imagine our label isn’t what Sister Juliet listens to,” I replied. “Actually, Honey is one of her favorite artists,” my wife said. “Figures.”

Blake then giggled.

“What,” I asked. “Sister Juliet met Jackie Baumeister,” she said “Oh God,” Barton wailed. “She met him at your restaurant while Jackie was stuffing his face and he began telling her about the movie he’s making. Fortunately, Elise slapped him in the back of the head, and he laughed and said that he doesn’t have a lot of sense. She smiled and wished him a blessed day,” my wife said. “Did someone tell her that idiot isn’t representative of my family,” the billionaire pleaded. “No.” “Oh, God!” “That’s okay, Barton, there is still hope for Jackie,” Rory remarked. “No there’s not.” “You’re right, but the shame and disgrace should only last a few centuries.” Barton hung his head in despair while the rest of the crew laughed.

I was looking forward to our stay in Iceland, but I never expected something like this. I have some time to relax and enjoy time with my family, which makes it a dream vacation.

And I can’t stop smiling.

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Loud And Louder 5813

The second show in Oslo was even rowdier than the first, which rattled the security officers working the concert and delighted me to the hilt. I love it when the fans come out and make a lot of noise without causing mayhem, which was the case tonight. Despite their reputation, my fans are some of the most respectful and rarely ever get out-of-hand. I’ve read numerous articles about how volatile and dangerous my fans are, which always prompts me to respond with the truth. Yesterday, I read a libelous screed written by a clueless and feckless fucknut who claimed the folks who go to my concerts are unhinged criminals and sleazy roughnecks who like assaulting people and breaking shit. The author then proceeded to list examples of the deviant behavior that occurred at my concerts that were nothing more than outright lies and wishful thinking on his part. It was so laughable that I didn’t need to respond because my fans did the honor, as well as people who know what he wrote was utter bullshit. The article never would have been published before the advent of the internet; however, that’s no longer the time we live in, so lot’s of scurrilous trash gets clicks, which has taken journalism to the gutter.

I told the fans to keep it up and let their voices be heard.

The band joyously careened to the finale that sent the audience into one last burst of frenetic energy that sent chills through me. I told them it would be hard for anyone to top their enthusiasm and stamina, which got me another roar of approval. When the lights when on, the crowd was still buzzing and in festive spirits. I told my brother that I love the shows that are loud and crazy. “They’re all like that, Scragg,” he replied. “Oh yeah, I guess that’s what I love this shit.” “Yeah, I guess so.” “Anyway, they were wired up tonight and made a shitload of noise.” “They do that every show,” Kim replied. “Not like this.” “Yes, Scragg, exactly like this.” “He’s right, Scragg, every show is a loud and chaotic, but in a good way,” Orville added. “Good, then we’re doing our job.” Kim rolled his eyes while the rest of the band just smirked.

Those Norwegians were mighty loud tonight.

After showering up, the band piled in the bus and we headed back to the hotel where the press was waiting in a banquet room. I looked back at the hanging mural of the band and me, which made me grin.

Loud and louder is how I like it.

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Jamming The Blues Away 5812

Once I hot the stage, I focused on the show and went about my business like a professional, which in my case meant creating an atmosphere conducive to partying. Perhaps I was cheering myself up by playing “Kippers for Breakfast” a tune about eating the fish in the morning. The audience laughed as I sang the lyrics that described my delight and my band’s horror that people would eat fish for the first meal. “Ann, Anne, Anna, and Annette” the second song in the set about the popularity of the name and it’s variations, was a hit with the crowd. “Small Boat For A Big Viking” and “Redheaded Scandinavian” also provided laughs to those in attendance. I then brought out the band, and we proceeded to throwdown with reckless abandon.

The night went off without a glitch, and the crowd provided us with more than enough energy to party through the night. When the lights went on, I thanked the crowd for an unforgettable evening that did me a world of good. They probably thought that I was just talking shit and saying whatever came to mine, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Everyone gets bummed out from time to time, and it’s crucial that you trudge on without making the situation worse. Fortunately, I have a job that allows me to get crazy and lets me turn negative energy into positive. My job is usually the cause of my discontent, and it is also the panacea, so I reckon I just need to accept that and remember what I could be doing. Most people are just plain stuck. I do have an outlet that can give me temporary relief, and I figure that if I can’t get cheered up by a stadium full of wild fans while playing music, then it really is time to hand this up and do something else.

It’s all about balance, common sense, and a change of schedule, which I can’t do a thing about now, but will in the future. As for common sense and balance, I need to apply one and find the other.

It was a fantastic night.

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From One Road Dog To Another 5811

I called Blake, who had just gotten back to the house after helping Maire with the triplets. As she told me about my granddaughters, a pang of sadness swept over me as I still haven’t seen them in person. I thought then thought about how silly it is that I’m over in Europe while my baby girls and grandkids are growing up without me being there. Instead of voicing my agony, I listened to my wife and laughed along with her, but all I could think about was how insane all this is. Blake talked about Elizabeth and Amy as if I were home, which made it even more painful. I held it together, but it was rough.

After getting off the phone with Blake, I walked out to the courtyard and took a seat on the bench. A few minutes later, Kim joined me, sensing that I was in a funk. “You okay,” he asked me. “Yeah, I just should be home.” “I know, but that’ll happen soon enough, Scragg.” “No, I should be there now.” “Yes, but you’re not, so let this pass and do something about it after the tour.” “I know you know what you’re talking about, so I won’t kick your ass,” I replied. “Man, I’ve seen this a lot, Scragg. We may not have traveled all over the world back in the day, but we were always on the road. I saw several guys who just said fuck it and left in the middle of the night. This will never go away, so you deal with it the best you can. I agree that you don’t need to be out here; however, you are, which means you’ll see this through, but it’s up to you to stay at home after this is done.” “Shit, I know it, which is why I’m pissed at myself,” I replied. “The pay is great and the company tolerable, but it causes you to be away from home. I know what you’re feeling and agree that in the scheme of things this shit is irrelevant, but it is what you do for a living. What would you be saying if you turned all this down, Scragg,” my brother then asked. “I’d be home.” “And you’d be kicking yourself for not grabbing the money. You think you can stay at home all next year?” “You’re an asshole.” “True, but you have to look at it with a clear head, not after your wife told you adorable stories about your kids and grandkids.” “Man, you really are a dick.” “Guilty as charged; however, I have experience in this area, too.” “You have more, Kim.” “Yeah, try going up and down the eastern seaboard and being close to home, but just far enough that you can’t visit. I know what you’re feeling brother, and you’ll get over it.” “Man, you’re a piece of shit.” “Undoubtedly, but I only speak the truth.”

Yeah, from one road dog to another.

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Norwegian Hospitality 5810

We did interviews with the Norwegian press yesterday that went well and allowed our fans to see another side of us. Rory’s formidable guitar skills impressed the journalists, as did Orville’s. Kim dazzled them with his powerful voice and knowledge of the oldies. Enrico’s affable personality charmed the vultures, while Glen’s guitar chops wowed them. Tom blew some wicked harp and told funny stories about his years on the road. Thomas, Ben, and Gustavo also got some of the spotlight as they described their duties and what it’s like to work for the band.

The morning news programs all featured the interviews from yesterday and people were calling in to comment about how genial and professional we are. They also commented about how much time we spent with the reporters, which allowed them to get an in-depth profile of the band, but what impressed the callers the most was how we treated our shows in Norway like they were just as important as the ones in the bigger countries, which made me happy.

After breakfast, Fillip asked if I wanted to see something. I asked him what it was. “It would be better if I showed you,” he replied. “Okay, I like a surprise.” “The whole band should see it.” “Okay, let’s roust them out of bed.” “I don’t want them pissed at me,” the young man replied. “Don’t worry about it, I do it all the time.”

We got the crew assembled in the lobby. Rory scowled and asked why his sleep was disturbed. “I want you to see something,” I informed him. “What?” “You’ll see.” “Damn, I could be sleeping.”

This better be good.

We drove to Ullevaal Stadium and pulled into the parking lot. I asked Fillip was going on and he pointed at a giant clothe mural hanging from the stadium. I gave it look, and as we got closer, I could see that it was of the band with all of us playing our instruments. It was done with great detail, and the caption read: “Welcome to Norway, Scragg Man and his Amazing Band!” The crew and I studied the mural and them smiled. “That’s mighty nice,” I remarked. “Wow, who did that,” Rory asked. “They don’t know, someone gave it to the stadium workers who decided to hang it. I thought you guys would like to see it.” “I’m glad we did, it’s incredible.”

I then noticed that there was a mass of people walking toward the mural.

The folks were snapping pics of the work, which I found charming. I looked at the security guys, and they sprung into action. I stepped out of the bus and took a picture of the mural. The crowd then noticed me, and they turned their cameras on me. “This is humbling,” I declared, pointing to the painting. The people cheered, and I posed for pics. The rest of the band joined me, and we thanked the folks for their Norwegian hospitality. We chatted with the people, and we took a group photo.

The cops then showed up.

The policemen were friendly and pointed to a food truck driving up behind them. The driver then got out and asked us what we wanted. We weren’t hungry, but we couldn’t turn him down, so we all got a meatball sandwich on the house from Stig, a friendly middle-aged man with a warm smile. “I hate to put you out,” I told him. “My pleasure, Sir, We love the Scragg Man in Norway,” he replied.

We ate our sandwiches and chatted with the people, who took pics and texted about how cool we are. I told them that we’re mighty thankful for the reception here and can’t wait to play our shows. The people cheered and thanked us for making Norway more than just a stop.

Its times like these that make me realize how lucky I am and how grateful I need to be.

I sure love Norway.

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Simple In Theory 5809

At breakfast, I told Rory not to get too worked up over the antics of John and Dovey Cassini, as there is nothing he can do from Europe, and more importantly, the situation is being dealt with. “Folks are working on this situation, and they’re providing advice and support to Bella,” I assured him. “How,” he asked. “They are, Rory.” “Is it going to make any difference?” “Yes, at least I hope so,” I replied. “Scragg is right; people are on this,” Barton added.

Fortunately, there was positive news regarding the label, which we were able to celebrate. “So far, it’s been a terrific year the label acts on the road. Naturally, this tour is the big one, but the label’s other acts are doing well. Trigger Lanigan, The Rattlers, The Snapjacks, Clyde Zugg, The Ugly Guys, Winford Lawson, The Drifters, and The Prairie Dogs are doing a music festival in Mississippi, Alabama, and Louisiana in September that is already sold out, so things are looking bright. Harry Wembrary and Caulson Pomeroy are continuing to pack them in smaller venues. E. Sr. said that old-fashioned hard work is paying off and I couldn’t agree more; it’s about getting out there and delivering a great show,” Marty said. “Hey, Sr. is spot-on for a change,” I joked. “I’m happy to see the label developing young bands,” Barton added. “And ones who aren’t afraid of work,” Marty remarked. “Why Mississippi, Alabama, and Louisiana,” Barton then asked about the festival. “It’s where they could book the venues, but they’re hoping to expand it in the near future,” Marty replied. “Wow, that’s going to be a wild festival,” Rory commented. “Good, that’s what the concert circuit needs,” Lacy chimed in.

Marty then told us about upcoming releases and marketing strategies that the label is working on. “Amber suggested that we consider releasing deluxe editions of albums and perhaps adding some goodies, which can be dicey, but if done right, they can be profitable. She also told all the acts to keep their websites current. I suggested that the label handle that while they’re on the road, so they’re looking into that. We still have a ways to go, but we’re actually looking and acting like a record label that knows what it is doing. Jordan’s input has been valuable as has Moriath’s. The key; however, is still releasing top-notch albums because that’s the product we deal in and still the most important thing. Despite that label’s small size and budget, it’s a major player in the music industry, and not just because of Scragg and a few other acts. All of the artists are generating positive buzz and proving that it is warranted,” Marty said. “It’s all about the product, and then the marketing. You can only promote shit for so long before you’re covered in it, so we have to maintain a high-level of quality, and everything else will follow,” I added.

Creative endeavors are a dicey proposition because what some consider art others see as trash. Then, there is the issue of keeping your craft fresh, which means coming up with new material that isn’t a rehash of your last hit, which may alienate fans who aren’t always receptive of innovation. The creative process starts in a room and then grows from there. Writing songs can be a painful experience, especially when you’re under pressure to deliver a hit, or at least get on the charts.

Come to think of it, the label has the easy job.

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A Toothless Chihuahua 5808

After sleeping most of Saturday, we all decided we should get out and move about. We took a tour of the city courtesy of Fillip who pointed out the locations of interest. Rory then informed us that it was noon and time to eat. “Louie’s Pizza,” he then said. “Who made that decision,” Barton asked. “I did, not be quiet and stuff your face.” “Asshole.”

Yep, still on tour.

We pulled into Louie’s Pizza, a small joint that looked a little ragged. “Fillip said this place has the best pizza in town, so if it sucks, blame him,” Rory said. “Want if we don’t want pizza,” Barton snapped. “Too bad.” “Why you!” “Let’s go before Barton blows a nut.” “Asshole!”

We walked into the pizza parlor, which has a quaint feel. A pretty server told us to sit anywhere. We took a table in the back and looked over the menu. I was discussing which pizza we should order with Kim when Blake called. I clicked on and greeted my wife who sounded upset. “Is everything okay,” I asked her. “That asshole, John Cassini confronted Bella at her house while her fiance was away and used filthy language and threatened to punch her. He then cussed out Robin, who had Francesca with her,” Blake said.

That no good piece of shit.

This occurred in the early evening on Saturday. The two-bit shithead drove over to Bella’s house to threaten her with ruin and misery while Robin and Francesca were about to leave. Blake said that Robin told her that John Cassini was like a madman and looked ready to use violence. “Naturally, Steven wasn’t there, so he showed his true colors. He told Robin to shut the fuck up when she told him to calm down. He then pushed Bella,” Blake said. I could barely contain my anger, but since I didn’t want to make a scene, I listened and then assured my wife that everything will be fine. “Farley wants to kill him, but I told him to keep his head on. That little asshole needs to be dealt with along with his wife, but they’re not worth getting in trouble over. I told Robin to tell Bella to take papers out on him for assault, but Bella won’t do that.” “Tell Robin to steer clear of him, and I imagine Bella’s beau will look out for her. It’ll be okay, baby,” I told Blake.

Blake and I talked about the babies and family for a spell before I clicked off. I then the crew what Cassini did, which infuriated them, especially Rory, who said something needs to done immediately. “Goddamn, I wish I were there,” he then said. “We’ll take care of it,” Barton said in a low, menacing tone that I hadn’t heard in a while from him. “Who is this guy,” Thomas asked. “A wannabe badass whose nothing more than a bug-eyed pussy,” I replied. “It takes a real man to threaten women,” Jorge seethed.

John Cassini is toothless chihuahua who folds at the slightest pushback. I’m more concerned about Dovey, who is the brains in that family and has a bigger pair than her worthless husband can only dream of. Being a cagey lawyer and having no scruples makes Dovey a dangerous opponent, but one that can be neutralized, it’s just a matter of finding her weakness, which I suspect won’t be hard with the right people on the job. “It’s time to deal with the source of this problem, and that isn’t that homely sack of shit,” I said. Barton gave me a hard look before cracking a slight grin. “You’re right,” he replied.

Wed then gorged ourselves on pizza.

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Heidi Of Norway 5807

Leave it to Clayton to save a buck, regardless the toll on us. After the show, we showered up and then waited around for a couple of hours at the airport to catch a flight on a business jet that had plenty of spare seats. We flew with European businessman who offered the flight as a way to hobnob with us for a forty-minutes. The crew was polite, and we had a pleasant time with the guys. I couldn’t help but marvel at the promoters penny-pinching, which he has taken to a new level, but then again, I agree to his cheapskate ways and would do the same thing if I were in his position. “Are we staying at a roadside motel,” Rory joked.

We flew into Oslo, did our thing at the airport, and then got a shuttle to our hotel, where we checked in at three-thirty in the morning. Our driver Fillip said that they can call in a chef to prepare us breakfast, which I told him wasn’t necessary. We then walked to our rooms and put our bags away.

I then walked back to the lobby and asked if they had any convenience stores in Oslo. “Deli de Luca,” Fillip replied, it’s right down the road,” he added. “Let’s go, I’ll call the crew.” Everyone was game for the experience, so off the Deli de Luca, we went.

We arrived at the convenience store that looked ultra-modern and clean. When we walked in, I could see that it was a deli, coffee shop, ice cream parlor, and bakery all in one. “This is what I’m talking about,” I said. The refrigerated section had cold cuts of every kind along with cheeses, salads, and fruit. I scanned the next section and saw different breads. Gourmet coffee, smoothies, and various fruit drinks took up another section. I got me some fancy bread, ham, roast beef, and turkey with Gouda cheese. I got me a cup of coffee and a bowl of fruit. I took a seat at a counter by the window and chowed down. Two cops came in, and I gave them a wave. They immediately recognized me and walked over to shake my hand. “Someone said you were here,” one of them said. “Who said that,” I asked. “A passerby.” “Oh, well, get yourself a cup of coffee, my dime.” The cops grinned and did just that.

We chatted with the cops for a spell. They could speak enough English to get by. The early morning stragglers walked in and gave us a glance. The few didn’t recognize me, but a group of young men spotted me and gave me a wave. One of the flashed me his tee-shirt with my mug on it, which prompted me to call them over. “That’s an official tee-shirt,” I said. “Straight from your label,” he said in decent English. “Much obliged.” “We’re going to your first show here,” another young man said. Eirik, Jan, Olav, and Karl formally introduced themselves. I posed for selfies with them and signed autographs. A group of three girls then came into the store and saw me. “Scragg Man,” one of them squealed. Annette, Julie, and Heidi then introduced themselves while giggling. I told Heidi her name is notorious to football fans in the States. “Well, older fans who remember the game,” I said. The young lady gave me a perplexed look. “The movie Heidi,” Daniel, one of the cops asked. “Yes, they broke away to the movie because the Jets were ahead with a minute left, so they figured was over, but the Raiders scored two touchdowns in the final minute to win the game; thus, the people on the east coast missed the comeback,” I said. The young Norwegians had no idea what I was talking about, but they were interested because it was something uniquely American. “Did you watch the game,” Heidi asked. “No, that was fifty years ago, I was a mere baby.” “I watched it and screamed,” Lacy said. Barton also groaned when he recalled the game. The youngsters smiled and listened to the two older men rehash the game from memory. I then reminded them that they’re old and us whippersnappers can’t relate. “Scragg, you’re not that young,” Barton replied. “Where was Heidi from,” the Norwegian one asked. “Switzerland,” I replied. “Oh, at least wasn’t from Norway.”

It was fun chatting with the youngsters.

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The Wretch And The Bug-Eyed Bastard 5806

I got an e-mail from Blake that was sad and infuriating. It concerned Bella, whose awful mother has been giving her a hellish time about getting pregnant. According to my wife, who got the information from Robin, Dovey has called her daughter a “knocked up slut” a “shameless hussy” and a “girl of means acting like a street whore.” Dovey isn’t content to shame Bella, she’s aiming to hurt her by tearing her down psychologically, and unfortunately, it’s working. Blake said that her father has also gotten into the act.

I could feel my blood boil.

I know the Cassini’s are back in the area after a hiatus in Florida. I don’t want to have Robert and Pavel pay that bug-eyed bastard another visit, but I’m getting mighty close to doing that. My wife wrote that John Cassini is threatening to take the land back he deeded over to Bella, which further enraged me.

It’s time to play hardball again.

At breakfast, I let Barton and Lacy read the e-mail, which they both found disgusting. Jacque and Jorge felt the same way and asked if any action would be taken against the two-bit land baron and his shrill and shallow wife. “I’ve had it with that little asshole,” Barton declared. “I’m going to make a few calls later to show him we mean business,” he added. “John Cassini is nothing but a little weasel who got lucky. Dovey is a wretched woman, but more dangerous opponent; however, she’s not much, either,” Lacy added. “It’s incredible that Bella isn’t one screwed up mess after being subjected to that for most of her life. What do you know about this Steven Pomley,” I asked Barton and Lacy. “He’s a shy kid who got lucky when he got Bella. His brother is a lawyer who handles mostly civil cases. His father, Ross, is a lawyer who does the same. Their mother’s family owns several nursing homes, so they have means,” Lacy replied. “Okay, so Bella has allies?” “I would think so.”

I’m not surprised that Dovey and John Cassini are treating their only good child this way, but it doesn’t lessen my anger. Hopefully, Barton can make their lives unpleasant, and they’ll go back to Florida, but should that fail, it might be time for someone to pay the bug-eyed dick another visit. I hope it doesn’t come to that, but I’m not going to stand idly by while two fucked up assholes sabotage their daughter’s happiness because they’re pathetic losers.

No one screws you like family, but that can run both ways.

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Nebraska In Tampere 5805

The first show in Tampere was another memorable gig that I’ll never forget. It all started when I made a harmless joke about being banned from certain countries, which the audience ran with. Chants of, “Sweden sucks” “The hell with England” “Screw France” and “What’s up, Merkel? You let everyone else in,” which I found humorous. I told them that the good folks of those countries aren’t to blame, and I extolled their virtues, but the Fins were having none of it. “You folks are the experts, so I’ll defer,” I said to rousing applause.

I then performed the first song of the opening set.

I found it utterly cool that Bruce Springsteen would drive to Philadelphia to see Paige’s concert, and I wanted to put that feeling into a song. I composed, “The Boss is in the House” as a way to commemorate it. I know Bruce wouldn’t want me to make a big deal out of him going to the concert; however, it’s not every day that rock legend goes out of his way to attend a show by a young superstar. I’m sure he’s been to a lot of concerts, but he went to my baby’s and said it was an incredible show, so I feel it’s worthy of notice.

And the crowd loved the song.

I then played, “Johnny 99.”

The Springsteen song has always been one of my favorites of him and is off his album, Nebraska, an acoustic album he recorded in his kitchen. The album stunned his fans as it proceeded, The River, a classic double album full of Bruce’s rocking tunes. The album immediately resonated with me, especially, “Johnny 99” a ditty about an unemployed auto worker who commits a murder and is sentenced to 99 years in prison. The song deals with the plight of the unemployed, poverty, hopelessness, and the dark side of human nature.

I had a blast playing the song.

Feeling emboldened, I decided to do the title song from the Nebraska album, a tale about the spree-killer Charles Starkweather, which is another classic cut. The haunting tune also struck a chord with me and one of the best acoustic compositions I’ve ever heard as it captured the senselessness and evil of a psychopath’s crimes in plain language that made the song even more powerful.

I finished up the set with another tune off the Nebraska album, “Reason to Believe” a story about people’s need for hope in a cruel world. As I performed the composition, I realized that I knew every song off the album, which meant that I listened to it a lot. My friends found the album depressing and didn’t cotton to it when it was first released, but years later, Kirby said that he now thinks it’s Springsteen’s best work. With albums like  Born to Run, Born in the U.S.A., Darkness on the Edge of Town and The River, that is saying something.

I managed to get one more song off the album near the end of the show. “Highway Patrolman” a story about two brothers, one a lawman, the other a criminal. Kim and Tom provided expert backup, and I had fun playing the number. “Are you going to do the rest of the album tomorrow,” Rory asked. “Maybe,” I replied.

Nebraska in Tampere proved to be a big hit.

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