Has it really been 25 years since I arrived in Alabama? Still remember seeing the lights behind all the trees driving north on 65 with the family that night, thinking one day soon, one of those lights will be ours. Phrasing has always been an issue for me, sometimes even deliberately. Brush your teeth. Football, baseball, and hockey are all sports I enjoy, and I used to actually be pretty good at all of them until the day I wasn't anymore. That was a $#@# day. Sometimes my voice sounds a little raspy because I've inhaled too much hair from my 3 dogs, which all shed like dandelions in a strong spring breeze. Enunciation is our friend. The perfect day for me is one spent on a beach with family in a beach chair with the surf cascading across my ankles with a cooler of refreshing beverages at my side and a burning Cohiba in my teeth. Or one spent behind a microphone talking to and interacting with people I can't see playing great music. It's a tie. The worst day would be bushhogging tall grass and sticks, or basically any yardwork in shorts with no bug spray. Being a type 2, I'm very popular with biting insects. Uhhh is not a conjunction. My mental outlook, if it doesn't affect you personally, live and let live. Favorite bands through my career: The Black Keys (versatility like none other), Buffalo Springfield (big brother turned me onto them) Type O Negative (it was a phase) Los Straightjackets (masked shirtless wrestlers playing surf guitar? I'm in!). My greatest shame is being the only Irish Catholic on earth that can't grow a beard...positive twist: $5 a year for razors and shaving cream.