I know it's been almost a month since I last blogged. Much has happened. Unfortunately, it's been bad bad shit. My drummer, my friend, my brother, my partner in crime (as Karen likes to call us) is very ill. Woody (Jeff Wood) is in the hospital. The news after his surgery has been bad. With respect to him and his family, I shall not disclose details only to say that those who know him will realize it's a repeat of a few years back but this time much harsher. I ask that those of you who believe (as I do) keep Woody and his family (me, Karen, the guys in the band included) in your deepest of thoughts and prayers. It's been very hard. Keep the healing vibe alive! This whole thing is in His hands, as it always is I guess. I'm just so much more reminded of that these days. As for the man, THE Jeff Wood, his mood is great. He's anxious to get back to the rehearsal spot and beat the living fuck out of his drums again, and that for me would be the greatest Christmas gift ever. But actually, for Woody to get better would be tops. Once he's better he'll take care of the drum thing all on his own. None of us would ever question that. Please keep praying and believing. That's what I'm doing, we all are. It's Christmas time, miracles can and do come true. I keep hope alive that Woody and I will soon go "fuck up" eggs together while watching "the footie". Deep in my heart there's a place that says I'll look back behind me during a gig and there will be a blue eyed drummer going a million miles a second with a tat of London Calling on his left breast, and that will be a day of true happiness, contentment, and love. Let your friends know how you feel about them. It'll help when the going gets tough. We all love Woody, he loves us, and we've all always let that be known amongst each other. (Eddy reminds me of he and Woody sharing a chick flick together during the long flight home from England earlier this year.) It's really helped lately. I thank God for that. I thank God for Jeff Wood, and I thank God for placing hope deep within. For the music lovers, those that we don't personally know but come out and support us and the music... we'll be back. Promise. Take care. Later, Butch
P.S. Happy happy holidays to you and yours.