Deep In The Forrest

"Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions." ~Woody Allen Metal music and tattoos are somewhat like Spaghetti and sauce, usually mixed in together somehow. So, it was only fitting that the bands would book a big show down at a tattoo shop downtown formerly called "The Inkwell". The Inkwell had been the setting of quite a few shows, since it had the space, turned out to be a semi-popular setting for it. On this particular night, they had scheduled an event which consisted of a big group of bands, all anxious to play their gig. We had a good crowd going that night too, most bands have their 'regulars', friends and/or family that tag along so the scene was set for a good show. However, as most people who have been a part of bands, or dealt with bookings you know that if you're set to go on at 9:00, you probably end up playing sometime closer to 11:00. This night was all that and more. Something happ...

Oh, o.k. i'll go ahead with the next installment. Here goes: The Printing Industry was paying the bills, pretty much. I was proofreading agrichemical and pharmaceudical labels that were on their way to be printed and distributed to the delight of farmers and pill-popping socker moms everywhere. Not really my bag, the proofreading although I always enjoyed English and Grammar. I majored in Art and Recess, so my heart has never been full of anything but passion and creativity. Some time down the road, the printing industry ride would end due to the 'corporate' politics and the fact that the head proofreader, Phil had taken a general disliking to me; I didn't fit in with his "perfectamundo-hippie with OCD who runs marathons" mold, so when the opportunity arose, he made sure along with the creepy department manager that I was history, and so I would soon be onto a whole new path. But wait, yes... the story. Back to the story, you're right. My apologies. The ...