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LA Guns, Laconia, NH

Every June, motorcycles flock to Laconia, New Hampshire for the annual bike rally. Mostly dominated by Harley Davidson and motorcycle clubs, the event still attracts tourists from all over America and Canada.  Attendance these past few years at the event have been declining, especially from the local residents. I had no intentions to attend until I found about Laconia Fest. I was excited to hear that there would be a nine-day music festival that hosted some of the hottest rock bands to perform. I don't believe in criticizing anyone, or any company. Especially when I see they are struggling. I also do not know the behind the scene details, so I can't tell you what happened, but I can tell you what I saw and experienced. Unfortunately, Thursday, June 16th's event started late. There were a lot of bands scheduled to play throughout the day, and  there was supposedly two stages; so that when one band played, the other band could prepare on the other stage. For some odd reas
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Part Two: Weekend Adventure: Invading Amityville with Faster Pussycat and LA Guns

I woke up on Saturday morning with a concert hangover:  the vibration of music running through my veins, my ears ringing as Faster Pussycat songs dominated my mind, and I had the desire to get out there to do it again. I couldn't wait to see Phil Lewis with his new LA Guns men. But, first,  I had to make one final attempt at finding my friend. So I went to the local library, perhaps they had archives of wedding announcements or worse,  an obituary. Instead, the young man that helped me only had a yearbook for me to look at, and all I found was her middle initial under her senior picture. He advised I look at all the sites I've endlessly checked- and off I went with very little information in my pocket. I've learned that time moves fast when you're traveling and before I knew it- I was at Revolution Music Hall in Amityville, Long Island. Now, this is where things are going to get interesting. I'm blunt, what can I say, I'm a writer and I don't believe in

Part One Weekend Adventure: Faster Pussycat, Stafford, CT

Leave it up to male-dominated 80s rock'n roll bands to throw me into a long phase of nostalgia. Faster Pussycat is on a "Dirty30" tour to celebrate thirty years of rock'n roll - since the release of their first album. I discovered the band when I was at a young, impressionable age of thirteen. It was the summer of '89, and those were some of the best days of my life.  Aside all the fun things a teenager does in the warm summer months, I also spent too much time watching way too many videos on MTV, and I would stay up late on Saturday nights watching Headbangers Ball. I also wrote a lot of stories in my notebooks, considering I couldn't play an instrument. When school started that fall, I found out all of my seventh-grade classmates were obsessed with the New Kids on the Block, and I was the only one who knew about the bad boys of Hollywood: Faster Pussycat and LA Guns. Fast forward to 2016. When I saw that Faster Pussycat was  playing an hour south o

I do Love

It's easy to write the "I hate you" list, but, there is  love and happiness in my heart too. There's a lot of cruelty in our world today. And  with all of the violence that's happened in 2016, I think it's important to remember what we love about life while we are alive. I read a quote the other day and I remember three words distinctly, "Value Your Life,"  That speaks volumes.  Perhaps this spring, I should focus more on the things and people that bring joy to my life. I love to feel happy, and I love to laugh. I resolve to bring more happiness to my life this year! Since I turned 40, I've decided to force myself to share the 40 things I love, and make me happy. 1. My niece, l.and everything she and I do together 2. Writing stories 3. Warm weather & sunshine 4. The ocean, the beach, hot sand on my feet 5. Running on the beach, even on cold days. 6. Visiting Los Angeles cities, especially Hollywood & Runyon Canyon 7. R

Inked: Butterflies

About a month ago, I got a new tattoo, or shall I say seven new butterflies. In its lifetime, a butterfly will go through many changes. From the start, it's a caterpillar, and then it grows to a butterfly; it eventually flies away to many places. Much like me. I've been through so many changes in my life, and I've been to many places. When I heard the song, "Free Bird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd, I knew I that the song had to be the theme to my tattoo, except, I couldn't find the bird I wanted permanently inked to my body.  I'm not really a fan of birds- but- I love butterflies so it fit. The colors are perfect, purple, black and white; and I put it on my right side thigh, there's hope that there may be more below or above it one day. In my last blog, "Inked" - I admitted that my young niece didn't want me to get a tattoo. I've yet to tell her that I have these butterflies. I may tell her this weekend when I see her - or I may w

Sex, Booze, Rock and Roll: My Novel Idea

In 2014, I had a life-changing surgery. Since then, my life literally changed. Because I was forced to sit still for two-months to recover, I fell into the writers zone and I've completed the first draft of my 55,000-word novel.  Unlike most writers these days, I've yet to share my story online. I've made an effort to keep the plot and characters a secret. I haven't started a twitter page for the story- and I probably won't. Actually, I lied. I did post the first eleven chapters of the very first draft of my story on a website for authors. I took it down, and it's plot has changed since last year. There's no secret that I have a passion for fitness, and music, and sometimes racing. So, it's no surprise that my fiction stories are heavily centered around the three. If there's anything I'm willing to share about the story is that it's filled with sex, booze, and rock'n roll. There are racers and their fast cars. Rock stars with thei

Good Karma and Sweet Blessings

Though I am walking around with a broken heart, and tears of rage are at the tips of my eyes, I have to admit that I've had some pretty good days this year. I guess 39 years old, best relates to the opening line of the novel "A Tale of Two Cities," written by Charles Dickens: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” My "Journey to Forty" has been filled with exciting experiences; some were planned, others were not. Either way,  I will not forget this year for a long time. Only five more months to go before I turn the  big 4 0. I don't want to count down the months, weeks or days- but- it's a little hard to do when you've got big plans for the future. I'm grateful for good karma, and should count