After getting word from the Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Bureau that Flamingo Blvd was being renamed Gina Leone Drive due to her winning streak (+$1200 and counting) we headed out of town towards the Grand Canyon (renamed in a description of my ass, after losing 5 of the 6 tournements I entered). This picture was snapped along the way. They need more bodegas out here.
The rage video ends the first half of the two month extravaganza that is Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Rage, and the Open Road. Now I head out of town, very far away on a Magical Mystery Tour of sorts. Not a tour of the actual world of music clubs and rock venues...no... this is a tour of the interior, the mind and the soul of a desperate man as he travels the countryside and digs the depths of his gypsy heart. Instead of setting up my amp to play the next gig in a set of show dates I will be setting up my laptop, my 'flip cam-corder' and my acoustic guitar, and wherever I am in my journey across country, I will pull over, or more precisely make my girlfriend pull over, and I will BAMN! make lov.... I mean beam you, my lovely readers a song video postcard from the edge, revealing my current infatuation, as I trip from CA to CO. Is it becoming clear that I do not know what I a'm going to do? Good! then noone knows what to expect. That's bloggertainment. I promise only that a new video will appear on benwarrenmusic.com (almost) every (other) day of August. This is how some get their kicks on Route 66.
True to benwarrenmusic-blog-sex-drugs-alcoohol-rage-form we imbibed mucho Mint Julep (very light on the mint) Friday night followed by too many Gins and Tonics early Sat. morn. Truer words never spoken that never mix never worry stuff...and at 3 in the morning I realized the error of my ways. I sat drunkenly in front of the glowing computer monitor and played back what I'd done of the 'Alcohol Song Of The Week' to one of my drinking partners James Roy and he promptly replied by handing me his ipod and playing me one of his drinking songs. Ouch. That said I remember it being good even in my alcohol (and hashish!) addled brain - check thejamesrocket.com for a listen.
Woke up Saturday morning with a hangover of Roman proportions. I tried to fix up the song by re-recording some of the vocals. I thought I remembered Matt saying that they sounded novelty-ish the nght before. Bad idea, they ended up sounding worse and I scrapped them later. Took the kittens Bully and Elliott to get shots at Petco @ Union Sq. where I stood, or swayed, dazed in a line of about one hundred dogs (all growling at my cats) for 2 hours. Dumped the vaccinated cats back at home and hopped the L train to Matt's in Greenpoint to shot a video for the song with Matty and Sherry on the roof of his apartment bldg in the 100 degree heat. Hammed it up on the roof and just barely avoided falling to my death. Couldn't believe how I looked on the video playback. Bloated, bad hair-cutted, multi-chinned, and goofy. Matt, Sherry and I all agreed that the reason I'm not famous has to be because I'm ugly.
Right now I'm waiting for Matty to do his final cut editing magic, then I'll add the final mix of said song to it and at midnight tonight Voila! Music video code named 'Blotto' es arrivee.
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