Have you guys seen the latest issue of Guitar Player with cute little John Frusciante on the cover? I wish I still played the guitar so it wouldn't be quite so weird that I bought it. But I had to. In addition to a large photo of the Frusch (reason enough to buy any magazine) the article has the word "muff'ns" in the headline. Now is that fate or what? Everyone who knows me knows that I call people that I love "muffin". And I love JF so I would call him "muffin" if we ever met. Granted, the use of the word "muff'n" in this particular article was referencing a type of distortion pedal but whatevs. I think it means that I was meant to hug JF and make him a sandwich and call him "muffin", as I always said that I would if we ever met. And now I live much closer to him than I ever have before -- Vegas is only 4 1/2 hours from LA, I'll have you know. This sort of makes not being able to see him in concert with my friends in October not as horrible. Well, not really.
Did I mention I'm jet lagged and my ears haven't popped and I'm not making much sense right now? Yeah. My ears hurt. I love John Frusciante. I have a headache. I live in Vegas now. Short declarative sentences. That's what I can handle right now. I'm going to go watch Detroit Rock City and then go sleepy sleepy.
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