Michael Jackson died today...
Farrah Fawcett too.
Along with Ed McMahon, that makes the three.
Seems to be that celebrities ALWAYS die in clusters of three.
Something I once read:
"It's better to be eaten by lions than nibbled to death by ducks."
Seems a lion took Jackson while Farrah fell prey to the ducks.
I think Jackson was the more fortunate of the two. For him, it was quick.
As for Ed McMahon... he was merely old.
It was his time.
Tomorrow night's a good gig.
The Midnight Blues is playing the 121 Restaurant in North Salem, NY.
This is a classy place. It's been written up in the NY Times.
We play the bar, not the big room.
I think we're an experiment by the owner. Just hope we don't eff it up.
It could develop into a steady gig. We have use of a small corner of the bar for our stage,
so I gotta bring the small kit and leave home a couple of cymbals and toms.
That's OK, as I like playing the small kit... I can reach everything without stretching.