Did I tell you? My luck SUCKS

I've been playing in a regular poker league (the
"gentleman's poker league") for the last few months and I can't believe how bad my luck has been. When I play at home with my wife, or by myself, I get GREAT cards,we're talking full houses, straits, flushes, you name it. I go to play for REAL money and the best I can come up with all night is two lousy pairs: 8's and 4's.

What's the old saying, "if I didn't't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all". So far I've lost lots of $ every time I've played. The worst part is I can't really afford to keep loosing, so I keep telling myself that "this is my week, I'll make it all back this week" - spoken like a true fool who wants to be parted with his money.

I've got an improv gig tonight at the Douglas College Theatre: the spooky part is that I WENT to DC about 11 years ago and have not been back since then (because New West is a stinky armpit of a city and should be washed into the Fraser river... IMHO). You know what I miss about new west? All the CLASSY strip clubs like "Mug's and Jug's" boy those New Westministerites know how to treat their ladies.

Well I think that's about it for right now, stay in
tune and keep kicking it acoustic.

B

Holey Moses... A moment to myself
WOW, the wife and kid were out when I got home from work today... I have some time and I don't even know what to do with myself... will it be gamecube and cereal or diet Pepsi and a blog update... I'll let you guess which one I picked. The more I think about not being able to write music right now the more stressed I get. I can't believe how much of my stress and bad feelings I can get rid of by playing music, it is indeed my greatest vent and most "constructive" pleasure. Constructive pleasure, there's an oxymoron, like "structured play" or "intelligent president bush" whoops! did I say that?

Advice of the day:

Keep your head down, chin up, mouth closed, eyes open, arms folded, legs bent, knees knocked and feet firmly planed in the unreality of your imagination.

Here's a question to y'all: what would YOU write a song about? (lets try to be more specific than "love" or "you suck") And to the lurkers, whoever you are, thats for visiting my site so often but HEY, why not let me know who you are by e-mailing me or posting a comment. I love to know how so many people have found out about this shitty little site of mine.

Keep Chilly

B

I live here: What the hell is your excuse?

OK, A new blog for a new album. The Christmas release of "Outside In" was, at least in my opinion a moderate success. Everyone who got back to me about it seemed pleased, or at lest that is the impression they gave to my face.

I've been battling "songwriters block" for a few weeks now and it's pissing me the hell off. Normally I have between 2 and 3 songs on the go at any one time (usually one out of three will be chucked or recycled or morphed into other songs)but since I've got the use of my hand back (5 stitches, best not to go there...trust me... I'm a clumsy moron) I've got nothing. I've tried all my usual remedies for intellectual constipation but alas I'm more bunged up than an 85 year old man before he's had his prune juice...juicy.

On a lighter note. I think everyone should have children. My boy is a constant source of inspiration and entertainment, the extent of which I can hardly belive...Thank you Mr. Kaden... and that beautiful woman who brought you here... love is the stuff that all stuff should be made of...
love long and prosper..
B