Wednesday, May 29, 2002

"A Kansas City Declaration"

Please copy this and send it to your friends and family and fax it in to the Lesbian & Gay Community Center of Greater Kansas City. Information is posted at the bottom of the statement.
"A Kansas City Declaration"
On June 22, 2002, "Focus on the Family" is presenting a national conference in Kansas City promoting the scientifically discredited and immoral claim that "homosexuality is preventable and treatable." As clergy and people of faith, we are responding by lifting our voice in support of our lesbian and gay sisters and brothers. We believe that "reparative therapy," "conversion therapy" or any other attempt to alter one's sexual orientation is a harmful distortion of the image of God in which we are all created. 

We support the position of the psychological community that has stated since 1974 that homosexuality is within the normal spectrum of human sexuality. We affirm the value of loving, committed families for all God's children. We believe that families are people living in covenant relationships of love and fidelity. We consider these sisters and brothers to be a unique, holy and precious gift to all of us as we work together to become the family of God.

"Focus on the Family" promises participants that "you'll be reminded of the power of love, and how it will always win out over fear, hatred or ignorance." We also pray that God's love will truly win out, and that fear, hatred and ignorance will one day disappear. 

We unite in support of those gay and lesbians who refuse to abandon or be forced out of their faith homes. We rejoice with other communities of faith that are open and accepting of all people. We urge families and friends to embrace their gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender loved ones, and to celebrate life within the rich diversity of God's creation.

You may fax your signed letter of support to the Lesbian & Gay Community Center of Greater Kansas City at (816) 931-1420 or by regular mail to the Center at 207 Westport Road, Suite 212 , Kansas City, Missouri 64111. For more information, visit or email

Tuesday, May 28, 2002

Leila's Rochester New York Extravaganza Experience Ver_2.0

Leila's Rochester New York Extravaganza Experience Ver_2.0

1. 20th Century Fox Fanfare
2. Bushwacked 
3. Sweet Child of Mine - Guns and Roses 
4. Have a Talk with God - Stevie Wonder
5. Across the Universe - (live at John Lennon Tribute) Rufus Wainwright, Sean Lennon, & Moby
6. Someone Like You - Linda Eder (Jekyl & Hyde Soundtrack)
7. Get Here - Oleta Adams
8. You Can Sleep While I Drive - (live) Melissa Ethridge
9. Come Rain or Come Shine - (live) Dinah Washington
10. She - Chrissy Hynde and Emmylou Harris
11. Cock-boy
12. Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley covers Leonard Cohen
13. Craklin' Rosie - Neil Diamond
14. Cuban Fire - Arturo Sandoval
15. All Is Full of Love - Bjork (Remix)
16. In A Graveyard - Rufus Wainwright
17. St. Louis Blues - Stevie Wonder with Herbie Hancock
18. Rock-N-Roll Suicide - David hotass Bowie

Can anyone guess what the cd label is made from? Uh Bill, you're obsessed!

Monday, May 27, 2002

Holy being productive Batman!

Say what's in your heart, and let your credentials fill in the blanks. Libra does well on the road and shines in the presence of younger people. Your efforts are maximized to their fullest effect.
All things accomplished before 9:30am:

1. Emailed and faxed my senators and representatives.

2. Started doing both of our laundry

3. Cleaned the entire house including but not limited to: Vacuming, Febreezing, mopping, dusting, and someone I know doing (I mean cleaning, sanatizing with boiling water, and then drying) all of my dishes. Can you believe that? I might have to tangent about this. We got out of bed after waking up early and first of all, I love having Scott in my bed in the morning. It's so wonderful to wake up with him, and being able to snuggle when we wake up. So we got up, and he immediately started attacking my sinks. There was a HUGE pile of dishes in both of the sinks, and he has now finished them all! A man doing my dishes? Whats up with that?

4. Updated my website journal

5. French press, then making iced coffee for me, and hot coffee for him

6. Recovered from the beer/liquor bust last night at the DB.

I'd say that's pretty good for before 9:30am huh?

Sunday, May 26, 2002



Haven't had much to say lately, other than I have nothing to say. We sang for the re-dedication of the WWI Memorial here in Kansas City today. It was gorgeous weather, and somebody I know got a little sunburned. Poor little lamb hasn't gotten any sun this season, and the couple of hours that we stood in front of the monument and sang "Over the Rainbow" & "Down with Love" seemed a bit much for his fair skinned neck. 

I got this hysterical email from a little boy who apparently is an admirer of the site:
Hello. I am an 18-year-old queer boy (Certainly not a "boi," just a boy) who will be attending the University of Missouri in Columbia come August 26. I'm studying journalism and musical performance as a vocalist. I'm sort of worried that I will be the only person on-campus who prefers the company of other fine young men. Can you fill me in on Columbia's gay scene? Thanks in advance for your help. I greatly enjoy your website, by the way. (Am I simply kissing ass? Who knows...) 
Thank you, 
How funny. I wanna get more sun tomorrow, because I am a sun whore. I love watching myself transform from a white boy, to a little indian boy :-) Summer is on baby! Anybody want to start a tanning contest? Leila....anyone?

Thursday, May 23, 2002

Loved the West Wing, especially the part where they underscored the death of the secret service agent with the cover of the brilliant Leonard Cohen song by the brilliant Jeff Buckley. I've loved him forever, and it worked perfectly. I also loved the interaction between Bartlett and the other candidate for Prez, of course it is none other than James fucking Brolin. Oh, and Liza will be on the View tomorrow, believe I'll have the vcr ready!!
Oh and in the "I forgot about that until someone reminded me files" and "full disclosure", I completely forgot about that. Unsafe? yes. Stupid, yes. Embarrasing? Maybe a little, but I won't apologize for it. Nor do I have to answer to anyone about it. Rehashing it? Why not? I have nothing to loose, I don't have secret sex with people and then have to apologize after people who aren't supposed to know about it find out. Wouldn't that be a shitty place to be at? What a tangled web we weave.

Wednesday, May 22, 2002

Your idealism is inflated to cosmic proportions. For Librans who want to be all things to all people, there's finally enough to go around. Put forth your agenda while everyone's still listening.
I had a dream last night that my sister was bitten by a snake. I was in my childhood home in Illinois, and in my room with my sister Mary. She and I were hanging up posters on the walls. I moved the bed away from the wall so I could get closer to the wall (you would think that I would just step on the bed, but I didn't) and I noticed the snake. I continued to put the poster up and then sat down in the chair in my room. I went down on the floor and watched as my sister was standing, facing the bed, with her legs right up to the bed and how the snake went up to her, raised up it's head, came back for the snap, and bit her with amazing speed. I tried to warn her that it looked like the snake was going to bite her, but the words couldn't come out of my mouth. We went downstairs, and it was only a garter snake so it wasn't poisonous, so she recovered well from the bite, but I only remember talk about 'can someone get the snake out of Billy's room, please?" I don't know what happened to it, but when I woke up, I immediatly thought of Sensemaya:

inspired by the Afro-Cuban revolutionary and poet Nicolas Gullien, Semsemaya tells the tale of the sacrificial killing of a snake. The savage, violent, yet controlled and mesmeric orchestral version speaks not only of ritual blood-loss, but also reveals something of Reveueltas' own hard-living, self-destructive character

Oh yeah, and speaking of dreaming/sleep deprivation etc etc, last night at about 4:00am, I was awakened by what I thought was a noisy neighbor or something. I woke up, and was irritated, I turned over and tried to fall back asleep. The sound got louder (think, fire alarm in a building or something like reminded me of college and stupid people would pull the fire alarm) and I could no longer ignore it. I was a smite concerned about it, so I got up, opened the door to my room, and expected to see clouds of smoke. None. At first I thought someone was trying to drill the lock out of the door, because it was sort of a grinding sound too. I walked into the kitchen, and nothing. I turned on the light in the living room, and it seemed to be coming from the other side of the living room, I walked to the other side, and what was it? The fucking stupid little fountain that my roomates have sitting on top of the mantle. Anyway. I finally got my binder and my portable mp3 player from the wife. I have been without those since the roadtrip. Speaking of that, I need to harass my wife about writing that up. I've had a number of people inquire about the "Roadtrip Diaries", and since the wife has the sheets that we wrote it up on, I can do nothing. Maybe when she reads this particular paragraph, she'll get on it and start writing it up? Probably not.

Saw on MSN today that the United States government is going to sue Florida for all of the voting irregularities from the 2000 Presidential election. Hrm, that's funny. I've only been ranting about how that dumbfuck shouldn't be the President for oh, the PAST YEAR! If you are unfamilliar with this situation, Florida's governor, dumbfuck's brother instructed the secretary of state toeliminate the black vote, and so called "felon votes"...all in all, 57,000 votes were simply eliminated. I don't want to start ranting about this because I won't stop, and you'll have to read my iced coffee induced rants about how George Bush isn't really the president. Just read this and be OUTRAGED!.

Tuesday, May 21, 2002

I'd like to thank the Dalai Lama....

I'd like to thank the Dalai Lama....

Last night I had a dream that I won a Daytime Emmy for my role on All My Children. I don't know what the actual award was, and I didn't have to give a speech, but all I remember was that it had something to do with Scott and I. If I had to give a speech, I'm sure I would have thanked Stevie Wonder, Joni Mitchell and the Dalai Lama. On the way out to the parking lot, Kelly Ripa came up to me and congratulated me. For some reason the awards ceremony took place at St. Matthews, (the church I used to go to when I was a kid) and I was driving the big Ford van that I used to drive around when I was in high school. All I can remember was that I still had a cast on my leg, and walking out to the van caused me pain, and then I forgot my bag in the building, so I had to go back in, and that's when I woke up. crazy eh? You're guess is as good as mine.

Speaking of the Emmy's, did you hear that hysterical mistake that they made during the live show? Poor Susan Lucci.

On to more hysterical things:
Step 1: Get familiarized with this
Step 2: Get a phone book
Step 3: Call a random number (I tried to call Leila last night, but she hung up)
Step 4: Try not to laugh, when the people actually fall for it.
Speaking of Leila, she sent me this and said that she was amazed when she read it, because she thought that I wrote it. I got some great pictures back yesterday. Some great ones of Scott and I, and Diane and I at the party, and a couple of Rufus at the Lawrence show sitting onstage with his lil guitar. I think my favorites are the one of wife and Michael Davis (with the wife's glasses on) and of course, Randy who is more hysterical than you can possibly imagine. Rehearsal tonight. We're singing for whomever shows up at the re-dedication of the Liberty Memorial here in KC on Saturday. They invited dumbfuck, but all reports say that he's not coming. I think it's hysterical that the queer chorus sings for the Republican administration. Who says that irony is dead?
I am taking down alot of the mp3's off of this site. Just take up too much space. If you click on a mp3 file and you get the error message, just drop me an email and I'll put it up there again for you, I just can't have all of that space being taken up all the time. I'm going to unveil a new "Now Playing" section soon anyway.

Monday, May 20, 2002

what a lazy weekend

what a lazy weekend
Shrug off excesses. Your simple needs are swamped under too big of a payload. The week will have to start without your full participation. Once you understand the assignment, you'll be able to catch up.
Had a great weekend with Scott. He got in from Houston at about 8pm on Friday, so we didn't make it to the Lyric, nor did we go to his business picnic, so we just stayed at home and watchedST:TNG. I think that it's a wonderful sign that we enjoy just lying with eachother, and not doing a thing at all. Saturday was a bit crazed. After spending the night at my house, Scott went back to his place, because he had to finish some laundry and some home improvement projects...namey finishing painting his room. We didn't get started until way late in the afternoon, and I needed to get my haircut badly, so I stayed home, because my friend Jay has a salon close to my place. Got my locks cut, and Scott came over, and we went off to dinner with the boys to a local Mexican place. Had a great dinner, then went out to Missy B's and saw some pitiful drag-queens (that's another story altogether, but Richard said that I should do drag at Missy's.....I was like.."i could blow these bitches out of the water", if I ever did anything I can only thank my friend Charlie for showing me the ropes of drag. I would only agree if I could do something like this.) I digress. We leave Missy's and then go to the wretched Cabaret, much to the chagrin of many members of the group. There was some dancing to be had, but the most comedic parts of that experience were watching the straight people dance. Why do these middle aged straight couples come to the gayest bar in town? Rocking ass music, that's why. It was really funny because the straight people were the only ones dancing on the floor, all the fags were waiting for later, until the music got better. So bless their hearts, the three couples of breeders made a spectable of themselves dancing and kissing. Don't tease them, they bite. After leaving there, some left and went to Balanca's, and others stayed at the Cab. Scott and I left and went to the next destination Balanca's. Three words: ghetto ass people. There were some cute boys and girls, but jesus christ, the majority of the population there was nasty ass-trifilin ho's, men and women alike. I was suprised, because the last time I was at balanca's, i really liked it, and thought that it was a welcoming lesbian bar that was totally cool. Maybe there was something special going on, but it didn't seem like it. Anyway, after having some great conversatin with Scott's friend Richard (ahem) Scott and I took off to the Dixie Belle. Saw some chorus guys, said hi to David of Norway (who is just hysterical) and had some of our own adventures. After walking around the Dixie Belle for a while, we then left and got home to Scott's place at aboot 3am. Missed church (we were going to go do the seperate church thing, me going to CSL and him going to Unity, but we just slept in). After replenishing with KFC, we spent the entire day doing nothing other than lying on the couch, and watching a great documentary aboot mah sistah the Queen as well as Six Feet Under. The more time I spend with Scott, the more I can feel that he and I have a great thing going on. He and I are really like the same person in one, I know it's completely cheezy, but it's true. We have the same views on so many things, and the same sort of temperment, and reactions to things. I just really love him. Who knew?

By the way, I give my greetings to the people of Denmark, the United Kingdom, Germany, France, Canada, Spain, Italy, Japan and Switzerland. You love me, you really love me!
New Message Board Created!
I have a new message board...check it out and post to it if you're interested!

Saturday, May 18, 2002

what a kick!

You want to explain something that can't be defined. Just savor the experience as it unfolds. Libra can charm anyone these days, and it's a skill that you should put to your advantage.
What a kick. I just signed on to a service that allows me to track my website more accurately, and it is fascinating to see where the people come from. Not only is it the United States, but apparently I am an international read. I only signed up yesterday, but I've had 149 hits today so far, but total, since yesterday is 216. The county, and then the number of hits, and then the percentage is listed.
1. United States 140 64.8 % 

2. Germany 8 3.7 % 

3. United Kingdom 8 3.7 % 

4. France 6 2.8 % 

5. Japan 5 2.3 % 

6. Canada 4 1.9 % 

7. Switzerland 4 1.9 % 

8. Spain 4 1.9 % 

9. Sweden 4 1.9 % 

10. Australia 3 1.4 % 

Unknown 15 6.9 %
The rest 15 6.9 %

Cities 1. Kansas City 13 

2. Vienna 2 

3. Zurich 2 

4. Nice 2 

5. Denton 2 

6. Fontenay-sous-Bois 2 

7. Lyon 1 

8. Hamburg 1 

9. Montpellier 1 

10. Phoenix 1 

Unknown 218 
The rest 5
Isnt' that a kick? Oh, and what a crock of shit. The government knows everything that goes on in this country. Most people are completely oblivious to that fact. If they can see license plates from a satellite and the flipping FBI has been talking about this BEFORE 9/11, then he knew. I don't believe a word of anything this stupid President {who's not even supposed to be the president} says.

Friday, May 17, 2002

love me some latin classical music

Not much to say other than I love me some Silvestre Revueltas. We had an imprompu rehearsal for a certain player friend of mine at the house this afternoon, where I was introduced to a lil bit of the fabulous Sensemaya. Listen and try to follow along, i dare you. It's fabulous though, really dark and brooding, sort of like Stravinksy but with a latin flare. Love it. I'll be at the Lyric tonight, same place where I went to the dress rehearsal of Cold Sassy Tree, and wound up being taught how to do a cartwheel by a ten year old in the vesitbule of the balcony. I was rated a 8 out of ten on my carwheel thank you very much. I loved the music, but not the opera. Weird hearing an opera in English, about a small Georgia town.

Thursday, May 16, 2002


As much as you want a job or a treasure, it's hard to convince others that you're qualified to have it. Hesitant speakers are afraid of offending someone. A loud, clear voice will help get you what you deserve.

Why does it seem like everything that I do, I just hit a complete brick wall? Needless to say things are not going well at the casa de guillaume. Sometimes I wonder if I can handle any more. I've always have heard that God would never give you more than you can handle in one day. Who the fuck made that up? Sometimes I wonder if I'm just bound to be penniless for the rest of my life. I have no money, I have no food, I have nothing to prove that I've even been on this earth. Oh yeah, well then again, I was on a recording when I was younger. Any music buffs in the house? Can anyone tell me what the significance of the Bach St. Matthews Passion ending is? I bet you can, even if it is in German. Doesn't take a rocket scientist. It's gorgeous anyway.

Wednesday, May 15, 2002

All the pride crap is starting

All the pride crap is starting

In honor of gay pride, I offer these questions to my straight fans.
Heterosexual Questionnaire
1. What do you think caused your heterosexuality?

2. When and how did you first decide your were a heterosexual?

3. Is it possible your heterosexuality is just a phase you might grow out of?

4. Is it possible your heterosexuality stems from a neurotic fear of the same sex?

5. If you've never slept with a person of the same sex and enjoyed it, isn't it possible that all you need is a good gay lover?

6. To whom did you disclose your heterosexual tendencies? How did they react?

7. Why do heterosexual feel compelled to recruit others into their lifestyle?

8. Heterosexuals have histories of failures in gay relationships. Do you think you may have turned to heterosexuality out of fear of rejection?

9. Why do you insist on flaunting your heterosexuality? Can't you just be what you are and keep it in your own home?

10. Would you want your children to be heterosexual, knowing the problems they would face?

11. The great majority of child molesters are heterosexual. Therefore, do you consider it safe to expose your children to a heterosexual teacher?

12. How can you enjoy a fully satisfying sexual experience or deep emotional rapport with a person of the opposite sex, when the obvious physical, biological, and temperamental differences between you are so vast? How can a man understand what pleases a woman, and vice versa?

13. Why? do heterosexuals place so much emphasis on sex?

14. Considering the menace of overpopulation, how could the human race survive if everyone was heterosexual?

15. Even with all the societal support marriage receives, the divorce rate is spiraling. Why are there so few stable relationships among heterosexuals?

16. There seems to be very few happy heterosexuals. Techniques have been developed with which you might be able to change if you wanted to. Have you considered aversion therapy?
No work today, I have a performance at the Club Cabaret tonight with the chorus. It is one of the kickoffs to the pride celebrations. My brother woke me up this morning, because he had questions about html, and how to link stuff, so I explained some stuff, we hung up, and then he called me back. HAA, so go volunteer some hours with his gig. He's in Chicago though.

I feel as though I must mention my forbidden lover, Leila. We are going to be reunited much to the chagrin of her family next month in Chicago. Oh the CHUPACABRA!

Wednesday - May 15, 2002

I love 
In2Hotboyz: hey, your pics are cute
OhTheBill: hey thank you 
In2Hotboyz: you're welcome :) 
OhTheBill: much obliged 
In2Hotboyz: lol, anytime 
In2Hotboyz: take it ez 
OhTheBill: uh, you too 
In2Hotboyz: thanks 


I would start talking about my life, and recent events, and the world in general, but I'm over it.

Monday, May 13, 2002

This is a mix that I just burned, just a powerhouse of music. I put it on the Art of the Mix, look at the one for the 13th. I don't know who to give it to yet. If you want it, drop me a line. If not, I'll just keep it to myself :-)

1. 20th Century Fox Fanfare
2. Arturo Sandoval - Mambo caliente
3. Linda Eder - Man Of La Mancha (I Don Quixote)
4. Jill Scott - One Is The Magic Number (live)
5. Diane Schuur & The Count Basie Orchestra - Travelin' Blues
6. Paul Simon with Ladysmith Black Mamabazo - Homeless
7, Marvin Gaye - Distant Lover (Live)
8. Oleta Adams - God bless the child
9. Bjork - You Only Live Twice
10. Joni Mitchell - I Don't Know Where I Stand
11. Patti LaBelle - You Are My Friend
12. Linda Eder - Someone Like You
13. Bjork - Unravel (live in Boston 10-12-01)
14. Arturo Sandoval - Brassmen's Holiday
15. Positronic_Brain
16. Cat Stevens - Trouble
17. Ray Charles/Betty Carter - Everytime We Say Goodbye
18. Goodbye - Elton John
May 13, 2002
Dionne Warwick Busted in Miami Airport

Five-time Grammy winner and former pitchwoman for the Psychic Friends Network Dionne Warwick, 61, was arrested Sunday when security officers screening her luggage at Miami International Airport said that they discovered 11 suspected marijuana cigarettes inside her lipstick container, reports the Associated Press. The entertainer, who lives in Miami, was charged with possession of less than 5 grams of marijuana, says the news service. Warwick reportedly signed an affidavit in which she vowed to appear in court and was later released. She ended up missing her flight to Los Angeles, said the AP. The incident began at around 7:30 in the morning, when screeners at Miami Airport's Concourse D noticed a suspicious item in Warwick's carry-on bag. A spokesperson for Warwick could not be reached. Two years ago, reported, Warwick grew testy on local New York station WNBC's "Today in New York" when co-anchor Maurice DuBois asked her about circulating reports concerning her cousin Whitney Houston's alleged problems with substance abuse and/or calls for a family intervention on Houston's behalf. When DuBois turned the subject to Houston, now 38, Warwick snapped: "I have an answer for that. I think, basically, that it's none of your business. And if anybody does care about it, they would just wish her luck. It's what goes on behind closed doors, and it's just nobody's business."

Saturday, May 11, 2002

Can I tell you a story please?

Can I tell you a story please?

In the previous entry I wrote that I saw Rufus Wainwright in concert, and met him and his band. This entry will prove it without a shadow of a doubt. Let me just start at the beginning. I started the day with my good friend the flute player. I was helping her with everything house-related, and then we went to work out in the gym. This gym is like no gym you've seen before. Johnson County makes me sick sometimes, because of all the affluence. Well anyway, we went to the gym, took a swim in the olympic size pool, and did the hot steam baths, sauna's and very very hot whirlpools. So much fun. I did twenty minutes in the tanning booth too, just to get a base right? A girl's gotta get her base before the summer, or else you's in trouble! We left to go to my house and meet Scott and that's where the story starts. D and I get to my house, and I run in to change into my silver David Bowie concert shirt (because you know, this is a very special occasion, seeing my future ex-husband, Rufus, so appropriate attire is expected!). Scott rolls around from work and then we make our way to the car, to go to Lawrence. We asked my roomate Jason to take a picture of the road-trip crew, and of course we had to return the favor and get a picture of Jason and Paul. So then Diane takes a picture of all of the fags and we are off to Lawrence. Portions of this trip, just the road trip, are on video also. During the 45 minute trip, D and I trade earrings, because she loved my hoops, so now I am looking as gay as one man could possibly look. But of course, I love it. We get to Lawrence and find the Rufus tour bus. Now, I've had this experience before. If you go to the bus, there will always be a sighting of the person ON the bus. So, I've been called a stalker before, and apparently somebody on the bus, thought so too, because as I was standing in front of the bus, trying get Rufus to come off the bus, they put up the curtainto block our view into the bus. That picture was hysterical when I first saw it, because it was completely NOT posed. We then ask some strange men to take a picture of us in front of the U Haulthat is attached to the bus. As we are eating in the little gay coffeehouse right by the bus, I see Rufus coming out of the bus. I took a picture, but it's not worth posting here. We'll get to it, oh will we EVER get to it. We get to the concert venue and we were supposed to sit upstairs in the balcony, but there was absolutely no security, so we just wandered down, into the general admission area on the main floor. Saw some Kansas City boys (Bill N. and Don), and got settled in for the show. Martha (Rufus' sister) came out first and did her gig. All I can say to that is somebody unplug the goddammed microphone. There's another story to that too. So Rufus comes out, I am screaming like a little girl naturally. The review of the show has some great pictures. Most of ours didn't come out, because we couldn't get too close. That's ok, we got all the COUP pictures we needed for this experience, lemme tell ya. I'll get to it.

So after the show, we wait around for awhile at the bus. Some random people come out, and then I see the hotass bass player come out and start signing cd's for some people. Of course he walks across the street, and D goes right after him. Scott and I walk to Diane and by this time she has already taken a picture of him. I introduce myself and shake his hand and tell him that I've been a fan of Rufus since 97. He was suprised; and I asked if we could take a picture him with us and he was totally gracious and obliged. He was on the way to this bar called the Tap Room and we strayed away from him, whilst deciding what to do, because, frankly, the target was Rufus. It was nice to meet the bass player, but my whole goal was first contact with Rufus. So we decided to go to this bar the Tap Room and see if he was there. I felt so bad, because there was this girl in front of the bar that was hanging out by the bus after the show, and she so desperately wanted to get in, but she was underage. I asked her if her friend (another hottie that was waiting outside the bus after the show) was in the bar, and she said 'yeah, he went in to go see if Rufus and the band went into the bar". I said "you can't get into the bar?" and she said "no, I'm 20". I simply said "excuse me", and walked up the steps into the bar, D and Scott followed. Upon entering the really dark bar, I was immediately carded, and after I looked around the bar for a bit, I saw him. He was standing about ten feet away from me, in the middle of the bar, talking with a fan. I said "oh my god Diane, he's right there, he's standing right there!" she said "okay, here we go" and walked right up to him, being respectful enough to wait till he was done talking with the guy that he was talking to (psycho guy) and quickly snapped a picture. He started talking to us first, and we congratulated him on the show, and then he said "oh, you were the guys at the bus this afternoon, right?" Uh, yeah, so you realize that we really DID stalk you, and that was us that made you put up the curtain? We asked if we could take some pictures, and he said sure. So nice, so gracious. I was first. As this was all going on, I said "Rufus, I've been a fan of yours forever..blah blah", and as I was saying this, I grabbed the left part of his waist (so skinny, so hot) with my left arm, and he put his arm around me and FLASH I couldn't believe it. Scott introduced himself and FLASH. Since D was taking the pictures, I offered to take one of her and him. The first one didn't turn out well so I didn't scan it, but the second one sho nuff did. I gave the camera back to her and she snapped another one which took him completely off guard and he at that point asked us not to take any more pictures because it hurt his eyes. Understandable. I must've said "okay, just one more picture, and we'll leave you alone" HAAAAA! So at that point, I seriously didn't want to appear as we really were, stalkers, so we thanked him again for the great show, and he walked away. So amazing. Scott and I sat down at the bar, ordered a Corona and tried to calm down. Where was D? Of course she followed Rufus to the corner where he was sitting with his sister Martha and got another picture. At that point, D said that Martha said "no more pictures". The flash crazy trio has been fended off by Martha. Whatever, we have speculated that she was the one on the bus, who saw me trying to look in and pulled the curtain. These questions will never be answered, but let me just give her some advice from Scott being the little farm-boy that he is. "In Kansas we know what's under a pig's tail sister". I just laughed and laughed, because my friend David and I, the last time we saw Rufus she was there singing in her nasal voice, and we hated her then and I don't think David's opinion has changed. Just stop singing bitch. I loves Scott's comment in the car after the whole night was through: "well, she's a good BACKGROUND singer". Now D and Scott are part of the "down with Martha" club. Love it. So we were drinking a beer at the end of the bar, when I see Teddy Thompson racking up the pool balls for a game of pool. I had to go introduce myself and say "I loved the show, I love you're voice, been a fan of Rufus' forever, and I discovered you through him, and am a fan of yours as well. He was so sincere and said thanks man, I said "I have all your albums" (is that not the cheeziest thing you can say to a musical celebrity?) and he said "just one, right?" and it was just funny. So D quickly slipped a quick picture in, and then I introduced him to Scott and Scott shook his hand and said "Hi, I'm Scott", and he said "Hi, Teddy" he was just some guy off the unassuming, so sincere. I asked if we could take a picture together, and why stop at Rufus when you can get a picture with a hotass guitar player/songwriter too? He put his arms around both Scott and I and voila. We finished our beer, and left with yet another Rufus Wainwright COUP, and this time, pictures to prove it. Amazing company, brilliant show, I mean..amazing music, and the best of all, FIRST CONTACT BABY!

On a completely different tangent, I got some horrible news about a close family member of mine. I will not post it, because it is intensely private, but please keep my whole family in your prayers. On a lighter note, I do have all of the road trip pictures scanned, I just need to write that whole episode up at a later date. Rufus was a tsunami that took precedence over the road trip, but I'll leave you with this: What would make someone stop in the middle of their road trip, lie down on the concrete of a parking lot at a gas station in the middle of fucking nowhere Kansas? Probably a large peice of the bumper that was dragging along the road, as a result of the rodent that I hit in my poor wifes car. Why do I think that there is a novel here somewhere?

Friday, May 10, 2002


I'll never say another bad thing about Kansas. Yea, went to the Rufus Wainwright concert in Lawrence, Kansas. Oh yeah, and after the show, people said that the band was going to this bar, the tap room. So we walked there, and MET RUFUS FUCKING WAINWRIGHT, TEDDY THOMPSON, and GOT PICTURES WITH ALL OF THEM. THATS RIGHT....PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE, WITH THE ENTIRE BAND, and more specifically...RUFUS WAINWRIGHT. Picture of ME AND RUFUS, RUFUS and scott and diane, and pictures of ME AND TEDDY THOMPSON, so hot teddy thomspson, and ME WITH THE HOTASS BASS PLAYER. They'll be scanned in promptly after the developing later this afternoon.

Tuesday, May 7, 2002



I'm going to start putting up a "What I'm Listening to this week" section, probably on the first opening page. But just to give you an idea of what I'm downloading/listening to, these tracks are a gret indication:

Marvin Gaye - Distant Lover (live)
Some live Bjork for that ass
Arturo Sandoval, amazing show...SO HOT!
Joni Mitchell, I don't know where I stand
Rufus is Leaving for Paris
Stevie is Happier than the Morning Sun
Can I tell you how much I adore Cat Stevens

Lots of stories, still waiting for the official write-up of the road trip. That will be handled by the wife. Pictures will accompany the story, because what would a road trip be without a photographic record. This is going to be hysterical, no doubt. Keep looking for that. Rehearsal tonight, and I won't even put the link in, because I do that every damm Tuesday.

Sunday, May 5, 2002

Oh the Roadtrip

Oh the Roadtrip

Coming Soon, the roadtrip to hell and back (1,000 miles in less than 48 hours)

Monday - May 6, 2002 | at least something up there

I wanted to at least put the scattered parts of the road trip diary on here. This was taken from an email I sent to my wife who accompanied me on the trip to the funeral and is just trouble, and who also didn't come to my party on Saturday. I'm sure something happened. Everything will be explained in due time. It's just a sort of a jumble now.

Departure 1:00am Friday night/Saturday morning

1st stop - Ron Wilson/Quick Trip

Smoking Issues

Beta Junction - Seat will not go back

Atrophy on the highway

Seat=go cart

3:15am (indicipherable - i'll leave you the notes)

3:33am mutual reassurance

4:02am Jeff Church Stalker Story

4:15am Bixby snores/Bill stops talking ASAP - snore wakes Bixby up

4:20am Search for Excedrin

4:26am Bill's knees are clear up to the steering column

???4:50am prime time outside of newton???

5:10 You've just got to trust me next???

- Bixby snuffaluffagus snore

5:38am..yay and two honks for anal sex

5:50am An emotional moment - as Bill releases smoking ban resentment and once again expresses and feels gratitude towards Bixby

6:00am A banshee scream coming out of the night. The early dawn even brings Bixby to a upright position. Bill has hit a rodent

6:07am Stop for flapping bumper, turn up the radio

6:15am How many airports are there? Stafford, KS

6:18am Cow possibly hit, I hope it was a small one

6:19am The positive spin...KILL THE RABIES

6:20am Billy gets more direct "write it down" Lynn Wagner:?

6:23am Billy entrusts the lord "Let me not kill a duck!"

6:30am Billy: "I'm just not enjoying this anymore - we're on a killing spree!!!"

6:37am Billy: "What a beautiful sunset!"

7:04am Billy takes pity on Bixby - (I can't make this one out)

7:32am Billy: "Know what I smell? BURNING RUBBER!"

7:41am Bixby "I trust any woman that'll send me to a truck stop!"

8:00am Arrival at Dodge City pancakge breafast place

"well even though he's immoral and going to hell, at least he takes good care of his mother"

purchase of postcards - in very bad taste

change of costume

9:00am arrival at flower service/funeral

9:15am Bixby falls asleep in the pew

9:20am Bixby falls asleep in the pew, is awakened by a nudge on the arm by Billy


Departure from Cimmaron, KS,

12:00midnight - arrival in Manhattan, KS
"God doesn't like boys wearing earrings, necklaces, and BARBIES!"

Billy meets Alyssa's imaginary friend Courtney, to her chagrin'

Billy: "alyssa, aren't you going to introduce me to your imaginary friend?"

Alyssa: "OH YES!, Courtney, this is Bill, Bill, this is Courtney!......FOLLOW ME!"

Alyssa: "Courtney, come and meet my friend Bill....he's a nice guy!"

Alyssa: "she's a little hesitant to meet you Bill"

Billy: "5th gear please"

5:00pm Arrival at St. Agnes for the end of the retreat

5:15pm Arrival at 3914 Adams

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