Bush.

I really love BUSH. I saw Bush and Moby, in Oswego, NY. (To OZ we go) Good performance. Later on that tour, Gavin Rossdale fell to exhaustion. Anyway, after the performance everyone was trying to get autographs outside and Gavin seemed to not want to sign any males, with tickets, well at least mine lol. I had to hand it to a girl with me to get it signed. After all that, I don't even know if I still have the concert ticket anywhere. One of the cool moments was when he ran into the crowd, way out, stirred up the crowd.

Life keeps oozing and slipping by. I feel like I don't have time to do things I want to get done. OR I am spending time on music and time slips away. My daughter is 10 and I am like "What the *^%$ have I been doing with myself and time?"

So, that song I kept posting, "TO BE KIDS FREE" after all that jazz, annoyingly enough I think I am going to regroup and rearrange mics and call boot camp to Sunsetta, (keys on it) and do it again just to get it lined up 100 percent. Driving myself nuts, the inner perfectionist. Please, save me from myself!