Resolutions...

I won't take for granted everything that I've been given and we're all gonna die so we best start livin'

10 years ago I was in the middle of the woods in North Carolina and had no idea what would happen to me. I didn't play music. I had no family of my own. I was on the verge of alienating my blood relatives because of my transgressions and I had serious addictions that threatened my life and I had no plan.

Fast forward ten years...

It's like a scene from a movie. I get to play music, it is, in fact, my "job". My main job is my little girls who I raise while my awesome wife is at work. I've been clean and sober for 8 years, 7 months and 4 days. I have a purpose for this life that gets more and more exciting every day.

So on New Years, it is customary to make resolutions. Decide that these are the specific things you want to change about yourself and become "better". Why wait for New Years? It's like waiting for Christmas to give gifts or feel the caring spirit. DO that EVERY day. Give every day and resolve to be better every day. And NEVER apologize to people who have a problem with you for wanting to make yourself a better person. Celebrate every day and every thing that happens to you that you perceive as being good. Celebrate the bad things that happen to you because it gives you the opportunity to show how strong you are and to persevere.

Your will is incredible. Your ability to accomplish anything you want is there. Go and do it.

Go make life happen!

Long Desert Road

this long desert road's gonna take me home, take me home, take me home...

I'm currently a stone's throw from the grand republic of Texas, in the heart of New Mexico oil country. Imagine the scene in No Country For Old Men after Josh Brolin finds the bag of money. That's the area where we are. It's awesome!

To get here, we had to pass through numerous Border Patrol check points and stay a night in Las Cruces with some friends. The night in Las Cruces was a lot of fun. I put on an unplugged house concert for about 20 people that I grew up with. Some I haven't seen in 18 years. It was very cool. When I told them we were going to Hobbs, they all said the same thing.

"I'm sorry"

Apparently, Hobbs isn't the vacation destination for others as it is for us. While travelling from Las Cruces to Hobbs, we have a couple more check points to go through. When asked where we're going we tell them. They all responded with the same thing.

"I'm sorry"

We're not sorry. We're with family in a different part of the country that has an incredible beauty all its own. Any place can be a destination vacation spot if there is something there you love.

We have family. The greatest riches of all.

This long desert road brought us here, and this long desert road is gonna take us home. The time in between will be spent creating priceless memories of cousins playing together, brothers making fun of each other and solidifying a bond that time and distance can't break.

No matter where you are, have fun... even if you're not supposed to.

Viva La Revoluccion!

I'm currently listening to Legit Radio at www.legitradio.com. They set up shop just a few blocks from where I used to live. I'm definitely digging it. I believe that variety is the spice of life and that music is a huge component of that spice.

These days, more than ever, you can sate your senses in many different ways. I go between Pandora Radio on my iPhone as well as listening to my friends Missi at Rock 105.3(10am-3pm every day and 8-11pm on Sundays) and Hula on Star 94.1(5-10am every morning on AJ in the Morning)on iHeartRadio on the iPhone. In the car I go between those two stations and Radio Sophie 103.7 so I can listen to Unsigned Sunday with the wonderful Jane Asher or 102.1 KPRI w/ Cathryn Beeks and Astra Kelly on Saturdays from 9-10. Online right now I'm listening to Legit Radio w/ Chris Cantore and Clint August.

The variety in my musical life is insanely good. I dig all of these people and their respective stations. With the advent of Internet radio and web hosted shows so many options have become available and it benefits all the listeners out there who love music/talk. It's a great time to have ears to hear. I also recommend checking out the Scheff Experience at www.scheffxp.com. Lauren hosts two shows being the Scheff Experience and the Real Sunset Strip. Check out all these programs and DJ's/radio/online personalities! It's an aural buffet that is orgasmic!!!

A Duet For the Ages

Have yourself a merry little Christmas...

These were the words sung in harmony last night by the incredible Laura Kuebel and myself at the Coffeehouse Radio Live @ Java Jones East Village. My weekly event. Laura was my featured artist of the week and my first holiday duet. It was a lot of fun!

Laura herself hails from Ohio. A Midwestern girl that, when I listen to her, evokes the spirit of a Tom Petty and a Natalie Merchant. I've spent all morning listening to her album, Along For the Ride. It's seven songs of creative songwriting with a wonderful mix of sounds. Banjo, piano, violin, mandolin along with th standard guitar, bass and drums.

This album could go well on a country music station, an acoustic station or a pop radio station. I highly recommend this record to any person that likes music. Produced by my friend Will Edwards, a Coffeehouse Radio Live Alum and member of my elite speed dial club.

I hope you have yourself a merry Christmas, Chanukkah, Kwanza or whatever it is you celebrate. For my atheist friends out there, I hope every day is good to you as well.

Peace on Earth, good will to all!

Lucky In My Friends

A wise man once said to me to surround yourself with people that are smarter than you...

I have a number of friends in the comedy scene here in San Diego. Funny people, as in funny ha ha not funny queer (as Slingblade would say). Mmmm, french fried potaters... What was I saying? Oh yeah! I have a number of friends in the comedy scene here in San Diego. We met at open mics mostly. Which is an awesome way to help grow your network and community if you're a musician/comedian.

The first comedian to ever reach out to me was Christian Spicer(www.christianspicer.com) the self proclaimed half Danish half douche bag. Very funny guy, can't see him if he turns side ways. That may sound mean but this is what they call in the corporate world- the compliment sandwich. Talk about something good, well, you get the idea.

Moving along, the reason I bring up Christian, is because he approached me one time and asked me to be part of his comedy shows. At this point, I had never been part of a comedy show but definitely wanted to be. I love comedy. It makes me laugh(how un ironic). So we've forged a relationship, an amalgam of comedy and music that has been awesome. For me it has exposed me to more people that wouldn't normally see me and has presented scores of other opportunities for me and my music career. Not to mention a lot of new friends that are comedians because of him liking my music and making me a part of his world.

This Sunday at the Kensington Club in the Kensington neighborhood of San Diego will be the first of many shows Christian and Rajan Dharni will be producing. It is their first room of their own and they have given me the honor of opening the show. Needless to say, I am extremely grateful and pretty damn excited! National headliner Erik Knowles will be headlining the show. He's just off of a tour with Sarah Silverman and Zack Gallafinakis. Not to mention Christian and Rajan will make you piss your pants. The line up is stellar and you can go!

Email your reservations to LiveComedyLive@gmail.com with your name and the number of people in your party and it will be $3 only for you to get in (per person) or $5 at the door on Sunday Dec. 20th at 7pm. Live Comedy Live will be an incredible show that you do NOT want to miss.

*there are a number of comedians who have shown me great love. I wanna mention them all. I hope I don't forget any of them...
Christian Spicer, Rajan Dharni, Matin Atrushi, Joe and Rachel Robinson, Robert Lariviere, Adam Sank, Mark Christopher Lawrence, Chip Nicholson, Kim Thompson, Mal Hall, Billy Bonnell dammit I'm drawing a blank. You all know who you are and I love you!

A Hero Comes Along

Heroes come in many forms. Superheroes come with special superhuman skills. My sister came with super strength...

Growing up, I was in fierce competition with my sister in both basketball and soccer and what ever else came along. We were so competitive that everything ended in a fight. But if anyone ever messed with her gangly, too skinny little brother, she would swoop in and flatten the person.

Lots of families have the sense that the older brother/sister can screw with the younger kids of the family, but, if an outsider tries to mess with the little bro or sis. It's time for Shock and Awe.

My sister had a child when she had just turned 20. She was in College with a basketball scholarship that she gave up to have her little girl. Instead of dropping out of school, she took odd jobs to continue with school and graduated with a Bachelors. Major in Computer Science and minor in Mathematics. She finished in a total of five years. Class, work, motherhood. Class, work, motherhood. Every day. Where many others give up and make excuses for not accomplishing, my sister powered through.

Because she is awesome.

She'll never tell you that. To meet her is to meet a fun woman that can quote Monty Python movies, get a high score in Tony Hawks Pro Skater and break ankles on a basketball court. On the rare occasion that she dresses up, she stops traffic. A natural beauty with a heart of gold and the will of a lion.

Because of my sister, I have a fondness and deep respect for single mothers and single fathers. To parent a child by ones self is daunting and requires selflessness, patience, strength and a lot of love. It's usually not until later on in life that the child appreciates the efforts made by their mom or dad.

Years after College she finally got a job in her field of study and was finally appreciated for how great and valuable she is. All the while, being heavily involved with her little girl-always putting her first. She also looked out for her baby brother. A kid that she pretty much raised since the Junior High years as she knew how to get his attention and make him do what was right. By now that kid(me) was 28.

On my 28th birthday, my sister got me my first guitar. It's a gift that I cherish and still use today to write all my songs. Every time I take the stage, I think of my sis, my hero. Had it not been for her, I might not be doing what I'm doing today.

A hero comes along... and dreams can be realized.

I Don't Trust Pasta

I don't trust pasta...

Have you ever been in a conversation with someone who suddenly says something that completely takes you off your guard and turns your attention no longer to the conversation but to the words that were just said? And you're fixated on them. Meanwhile they have continued on and now you're lost and they have the higher ground in the conversation. It's as if you were racing with them and they suddenly shot out your tires.

One day, a surf buddy and me were driving the PCH when we came up to the Cardiff break. About 400 yards off shore was this massive "barge" (for lack of knowing what it really was) that was dropping rocks. Scratch that. It was dropping boulders! We were thinking maybe they were creating a "reef" or something. We pulled up to some construction workers and asked them what was going on. They looked at us as if they had no time for our questions and one replies with "they're putting in a rip rack(sp?)". We looked at each other with the equaled look of befuddlement and whatthef***wasjustsaidery. By this time the construction worker had returned to doing what he was doing. We shook our heads. Yeah, why not, a rip rack...

Two miles of silence down the road later... "what the f*** is a rip rack?" my friend asked. We both started laughing. We decided that a "rip rack" was like a "snipe" or "red herring", It was bullshit. The guy basically said the most arcane thing he could because he knew we wouldn't-nay-couldn't question it. We began to have a good laugh about it and "rip rack" became part of our vocabulary whenever we wanted to describe something that throws people off of your trail.

A week later, my buddies step dad described in detail to us exactly what a rip rack was. It is a man made object designed to prevent erosion and is constructed in areas of heavy water flow. It is made of individual rocks or boulders. These rocks help to divert the path of the spilling or forced water and creates a bunch of tiny trickle streams.that won't cause erosion. So there you have it.

I don't trust pasta... my proverbial "rip rack" as it diverts odd conversation and prevents me from being eroded by any one's long winded diatribes. Feel free to use it. I don't have a lot of time to kill because I either have to get on a stage to perform, have to leave the venue to get home or wanna toss the diaper that smells god awful out of my hands. As my dad always said, "run the KISS offense" (Keep It Simple, Stupid)

What Day Is This?

There was one?

Staying at home with a little one means that EVERY day is a work day which pretty much nullifies weekends because the week has no end therefore no week ends. Moving along... I just realized that today is Sunday. That means that tonight is Unsigned Sunday on Radio Sophie with Jane Asher. www.radiosophie.com, click on "listen live" and listen away some time during the 9pm hour. I love being on the radio. It's such a surreal experience and a HIGH!

That will be my Sunday night. Monday will be a performance at the Whistle Stop in South Park, Tuesday a 2 hour gig at Bareback Grill in Downtown San Diego, Wednesday a set at the Comedy Palace to open a comedy show, Thursday a set at Lestat's to support the Rik Raw CD release and then Friday for my weekly event-the Coffeehouse Radio Live @ Java Jones East Village with an incredible local artist, Laura Kuebel.

Each of these days will begin around 5am with the little one and end around midnite with hopefully more fans and CD sales.

It's a life that spans both ends of a spectrum between Stay at Home Dad and Rock Star. In between is balance... in the shape of a 22 month old girl.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

*photo by Tommy Bryant

Blackmail Situation Consultants, Esq.

John Stamos is being blackmailed by a couple with photos of him for $700,000. Who came up with this number???

It's just about every week you hear about a celebrity of some sort being blackmailed by some opportunist person or couple. They were either at a party together and took compromising photos or they shot photos of them paparazzi style or just flat out stole their SideKick and are gonna publish everything in it if the victim doesn't pay.

Have you ever wondered where they come up with the dollar figure? I do. I wonder did they go to see someone about this. Did they look up "blackmail consultants" in the yellow pages and come across a law firm that specializes in this field. Or maybe they have a commercial that's on at 3am. Because if I wanted the business of blackmailers, I'd advertise to them at 3am. Because it's after Midnight. And we all know that nothing good happens after midnight. 3am is after midnight. Then again, if you wanna get technical, 2:30 in the afternoon is also after midnight. Let's not digress.

So this opportunistic couple is up watching infomercials at 3am, brand new shots of a celebrity they just met that they may or may not have slipped a roofie to in order to get them to get in to the compromised position, and the conversation starts. Should we create a scrapbook? Should we photoshop our heads on to these celebrities bodies? Then a commercial comes on, and it's like a message from the blackmail gods! It's Blackmail Consultants, Esq to the rescue! Also known as BS Consultants, Esq., they go on to tell you in true Billy Mays fashion how they can get you different sums of money! Depending on the photos taken of course. Their team of crack mathematicians have been in a lab under ground devising a formula to calculate the exact amount a hard working, honest extortioner should receive for "preventing" these celebrities from image tarnishment. Image tarnishment is a copywritten BS (Blackmail Situation) term used to describe the effect damaging photos ca have on a celebrities career.

However, the X factor is always that these so called damaging photos can also help a fabricated celebrity launch a new life to their career. A career that shouldn't exist in the first place. You known, people who are famous only because they are famous... for being caught in compromising situations. In this case, the celebrity can charge the blackmailer under the guys of giving them exposure for their amateur work.

Either way, blackmail is f***ing stupid. In this day and age it'll just get you in big trouble and make you out for the douche bag you are for trying to infringe on people's lives for your own personal gain. Stop being lazy. Stop trying to launch yourself from someone else's coat tails and stop taking advantage of people.

I guess the moral that would be taken away from this is "don't be a douche". Unless of course you are an actual douche, like Summer's Eve or Massengil. You both serve a purpose.

Rescued From the Pole

I was watching a show the other day, I think "March of the Penguins" or something like that. In the extra features, they show the scientists and filmographers on the South Pole making the movie. What if they got stuck? Who would rescue them from the Pole?

Yesterday, we were at the store. A fairly attractive and well built woman was right next to us looking at the same thing we were. She appeared to be somewhat refined in her dress and how she walked, but when she spoke, something became very apparent to me. This woman was saved from the Pole. Not the South Pole. Not the North Pole. The Stripper Pole.

A voice that had weathered one too many late nights, bong hits and whiskey shots is what we were greeted with. It made me think that maybe there was a commercial out there. A commercial that is similar to the "Feed the Children" P.S.A.'s but instead it parades a bunch of strippers in front of the camera that are looking to leave that life all together. Catered toward men with above average wealth, the application process would be similar to what you would go through to adopt a puppy.

The applicant would need to display an ability to support said arm candy and have at least two memberships to country clubs and no ties to Strip Clubs. Also, the ability to dress her out with the latest from the J Crew catalog and a new Land Rover which she'll need on her many trips to various stores for food stuffs and dinner parties.

In return, the rescued woman would act as a dutiful partner/eventual spouse and agree to limit her cheetah print wardrobe, eliminate gum chewing and learn how to use a credit card instead of a fat roll of 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's. She would also need to agree to NOT sit on the laps of her rescuers friends, business associates or older children from a previously failed marriage. Her phone book will also be wiped clean of all known drug dealers, club promoters and "talent agents". And she would not be able to refer to her rescuer as "client" "regular" or "hon".

"Rescued from the Pole"... the new cougar?

Surreality

Did anyone go out and get the 25th anniversary edition of the Last Unicorn? Did anyone know that 25 years a movie called the Last Unicorn was made and that it was epic? Yeah, I think they forgot to tell people. How did that marketing meeting go? Something like this...

PR Guy #1(Public relations, not Puerto Rican)"We should release this movie and not tell anyone. It'll be epic!"

PR Guy #2 "what a great idea! And 25 years from now we can re release it! Advertising it only as a preview, on a b rated animated straight to video movie"

So back to the topic at hand. Last night I was listening to Radio Sophie, 103.7fm in San Diego. It's part of CBS radio with 150+ affiliates nationwide. I was listening because they have a program called Unsigned Sunday hosted by Jane Asher. Jane is a voice over talent and a radio DJ as well and has become one of my favorite people in the music industry. She puts me on her show! It's awesome, and it was recently that I realized that it wasn't a "local music" show. It's a show featuring artists around the country that aren't signed yet. That makes me feel pretty dang cool.

The surreality of this whole thing. Two years ago, if I listened to the radio, I wouldn't know any of the artists that I was listening to. Back then, when I heard a song on the radio I figured the artist being played was a touring or established act. Fast forward two years and I'm listening to myself on the radio with my best girl by my side on our couch-streaming it on the Internet. I'm not in the middle of a tour, I'm in between diaper changes. But it's all good. I'm the stay at home rock star. Earlier yesterday I was playing for 3 hours for hundreds of people. As far as a tour is concerned- mine is more on the local level right now. Let's just call it practice for the real thing.

Okay, back to the surreality of it... again. While listening, I also heard songs from people that I know and am friends with. People I have played shows with from coffee shops to big stages. That reality dawned on me, this is who I am!

It was fantastic. It's a incredible high. Thank you Jane Asher for making the surreal a reality

A BBQ or a Roast?

Eat, drink and be merry just took on a whole new meaning...

I have friends that are comedians. A bunch of them and me got together for a BBQ at RJ Dharni's place and to gear up for an upcoming show we will be doing on Dec 20th at the Ken Club. Live Comedy Live will be an incredibly funny show and I get to be the opening act as the musician. When hanging out with funny people, you're bound to laugh.

I've learned that while hanging with this selection of friends, all sensitivities should be left at the door. While being surrounded by people whose sole purpose in life is to find something or someone to laugh at, it's important to be on your A game and watch what comes out of your mouth. It ends up not being a BBQ, but a roast of everyone sitting in the circle. The topics of discussion will remain anonymous. The mundane to the unspeakable were breached with wreckless abandon and nothing was off limits. It's definitely NOT a place for the faint of heart, the squeamish or the easily offended.

As I sat there trading barbs with all the others and laughing at others as well as myself I realized something:
if the whole world were like this, able to laugh at themselves and not take certain taboo subjects so seriously. If everyone could join in and laugh at each other and themselves, what an awesome world we would live in

We ended the night with some very exciting news regarding an upcoming venue and great performance possibilities.

I laughed at other people, I laughed at myself and I saw things that made me wanna gouge my eyeballs out with my own fingers...

the burgers weren't half bad either

Coffee, Waffles and Will Edwards

What is sexier than a man that can cook? As long as I'm that man, who cares!

I'm a fan of Java Jones Coffeehouse. They roast all the beans right there in the store. My favorite is the Warrior Blend. Not just because every time you buy a pound of it, they donate a dollar to the Warrior Foundation either. Or the fact that during the month of December, when you buy a pound you can have a pound sent to the troops overseas. It's just my favorite flavor of all the good flavors. Their commitment to fair trade is a huge bonus as well. The establishment is highly active in the local community with its constant support of events such as the American Cancer Societies Relay For Life in downtown San Diego and its willingness to provide a venue for local artists and musicians alike. Every Friday night you can catch the Coffeehouse Radio Live @ Java Jones East Village which showcases various artists from 7-9 with the East Villages ONLY open mic and a featured artist from 9-10.

Last night, the featured artist was Will Edwards. Listening to Will in any setting automatically transports you to a warm living room with your favorite couch and a nice fire in the hearth. His style of playing and intensely relevant lyrics is as pleasing to the ears as the last school bell before Summer Break is to a school kid. His crafted brand of story telling sucks you into the moment and never disappoints. A calm demeanor and a sharp wit makes for an incredible evening of music and story telling.

The only way to round out that evening was to wake up and make waffles and bacon. Here's how I make my waffles:

Use Krusteaz brand pancake/waffle mix- 2 cups dry measure
1 1/2 cups cold water
It calls for oil but I don't use it. Instead, I use a tsp of vanilla extract and a tsp of cinnamon powder
Mix with a whisk. It should be a bit lumpy
I set the waffle iron a notch back from the high setting so they get golden brown and are firm on the outside.
I top with butter and syrup OR confectioners powder (powdered sugar) or any mixture of fruit. Strawberries and bananas seem to go the best

Internet Dependency

Growing up, if we wanted to find out about something, we had to look it up in an encyclopedia. People actually had a job where they would go door to door and sell said Encyclopedias. I'm not making that up...

Because of the internet, people from around the world can hear my music without it being on the radio. They can read my inane thoughts without having to hear me talk. It's quite the powerful tool. Matter of fact, it's gotten to the point where you no longer have to ask anyone a question about anything. Just Google it or Wikipedia it and you will get some kind of answer. It might not always be right but you'll get a response.

Can you imagine what it would be like to not have this anymore?

This isn't a rant about Orwellian leadership or anything like that. I'm really trying to think what life would be like without this at our fingertips. It would be like being 12 years old again. That's what it would be like. A world of mystery, a small world. Because all you would know is what you were able to actually go see and touch and experience for yourself.

That world for me was Las Cruces, New Mexico (What What!) About a 6 mile wide town in the Mesilla Valley in Southern New Mexico whose population rose and fell considerably with the local college being in or out of session. Close to El Paso TX and Juarez Mexico. Surrounded by desert and mountains on all sides, you were pretty much trapped in there if you didn't have a car. If you tried to walk to the next big city you would die in the middle of the desert, being picked apart by grackles and coyotes. When we travelled to other towns we knew we had to pack food and water "just in case".

Fast forward 24 years- I can be wherever I want and find out whatever I want with a few strokes of the keyboard. It rocks. Musically speaking. It's also put a lot of people back in touch after being out of touch for eons. Pretty awesome.

And now...

Green Chile Chicken Enchilada Casserole

12 corn tortillas
1 can of fire roasted Hatch Valley green chile
1 can cream of chicken soup
5 chicken breasts, pre cooked

Line a 9x12 Pyrex with 6 corn tortillas
cover with shredded cheese
dice up pre cooked chicken breasts
Empty can of cream chicken and can of fire roasted Hatch Valley green chile into mixing bowl with precooked chicken. Blend together.
Pour it into the pan
cover with remaining 6 corn tortillas
cover with shredded cheese

bake at 350 for 30 minutes.

Pure yumminess

The Sexy Meter

Have you ever watched a fundraiser? Assuming you said yes, do you remember seeing the thermometer thing that would show the progress of the amount of money raised? It's usually denoted by filling in an area of the meter with red up to a line that corresponds with a certain dollar amount. Imagine that instead of money, sexiness is the measure. The sexier something is, the higher up on the meter it is colored red.
As an example, I have a friend that writes a blog about her adventures out on the town. If her blog was accompanied by a "sexy meter", the top of it would have exploded off and the red would be everywhere. On the exact opposite end of that spectrum would be my experience this evening at the store.

So as I'm preparing to cook dinner(sexy) for my family(commitment is sexy-the meter climbs) my wife says that we should go to the store becausetey have awesome sales going on(saving money is sexy, right?). But the sale ends at 9pm. At this point it is 6:26pm (sexy points for creating some suspense and drama). I put the dinner in the oven and say to her that I'll go now and be back when dinner is ready (knight in shining armor with time management skills=sexy-the meter climbs)

So I head off to the store. As I'm driving there, I'm realizing that we probably aren't the only people that got this ad in the paper (being aware is sexy) and that the store is going to be packed and probably look like a scene out of Independence Day. I get into the store and notice massive lines at the checkout and that all the cereal is practically gone from the cereal aisles. A little note on the shelf states that "there is more product displayed up front". So by now my sexy meter is towards the top. Add in the rock star quality and it is now completely red. So I'm pretty damn sexy as I turn te corner to find all the cereal I'm looking for is within reach (hunting and gathering is extremely sexy). I grab a box of Honeycomb and go to put it in the cart when I realize that it was put there to hold up the shelf full of cereal right above it. (stupidity is not so sexy) and the entire shelf comes crashing down(being "that guy"=not sexy) and now I'm down on my knees like a beggar picking change out of a fountain (grovelling on the ground is not really sexy)

Quick recap: I went from being really sexy to not sexy at all with the swipe of one box of cereal. I think Kenny Rogers said "know when to walk away, know when to run".

Oh well

Greatest Mac n Cheese Ever

The following is a list of items you'll need:

WHATEVER! Are you kidding me. I've got a ton of Tiger Woods joke lined up and theeey'rrre GRRREAT!!! Hey Tiger, stop thinking with your WOODs and go IRON out your subPAR image! Hey Tiger, keep your clubs in your bag! Hey Tiger, keep your balls out of the (strange)rough! What do Tiger Woods and a golf tournament have in common? They both play 72 holes a week! Okay that was an exaggeration but really, folks, have you seen the back seat of a Buick? I can name three women besides his wife that have! Hahahaha. Okay, okay, I'm done. On to the matters at hand...

This Friday I'll be playing with my good friend and writer for the San Diego Troubadour, Will Edwards! He's awesome and I'm excited to have him on my show-the Coffeehouse Radio Live @ Java Jones East Village. Every Friday from 7-10. On Sunday I'll be seranading the denizens of the La Jolla Open Aire Market. I'm hoping to pick up some private parties out of that so if you know anyone that goes there and on ocassion needs an entertainer, tell them all about me, please! And Thank you!

The best ever Mac N Cheese
1lb of elbow macaroni or shells
4oz of Mozzarella, PepperJack, MontereyJack & Cheddar
8oz of Velveeta
1/4 cup of milk
4 hot dogs or pre cooked sausages (preference)

preheat oven to 350
boil the pasta and strain.
Dice all the cheeses into 1/2 inch cubes
Slice hot dogs or sausage into 1/4 inch "coins".
Pour milk into Pyrex casserole bowl.
Add strained pasta, all cheeses and hot dogs/sausages.
Bake for 25 minutes at 350

Pasta Candy

This is an old family recipe. That may or may not be a good thing...

What you need:
1 lb spaghetti
4oz PepperJack Cheese
8oz Velveeta Cheese
4 slices of American Singles (or any cheese slice you prefer)
1/4 cup milk
1 can stewed tomatoes
20 pepperonis

pre heat oven to 350 degrees

Cut the pepperonis into 1/4's
cut into 1/4 inch cubes the PepperJack and Velveeta Cheese, put aside
boil spaghetti and strain.
Place milk in 9x12 Pyrex along with stewed tomatoes and 1/3 of the Velveeta cubes
dump spaghetti into Pyrex, add the remainder of the cubed cheese and mix up.
top with pepperonis and cheese slices
bake for 25 minutes and serve.

Pasta Candy a la Cavanaugh. Werd.