I’m fresh back from the 2018 Jekyll and Hyde Comic and Horror Convention, and am ready to tell you all about it. I detail the trip starting from Nick P and I leaving Houston and all the chili-drenched, hotdoggin’ good times along the way. What a time was had!
This week I look back into my high school days again at a time when I was introduced to the world of high school royalty in the form of the homecoming court. There was no way I would be nominated, but that was my name they called over the loudspeaker. I was caught off guard, out of my element, and dressed to depress, but from all of this a small spark of confidence was birthed.
Stepping in dog shit isn’t the end of the world, and is mostly funny when it happens. That is unless you’re me in seventh grade. This week I pull from the archives of my childhood when I was an emo, giant pussy who cried at the drop of a dime, or in this case a shit.
In a special episode I have one of my best buds ever, Nick P, over to Wayne Manor to help tell a story we experienced together. It was a rowdy, and poorly remembered trip to Galveston, but we managed to put the pieces together enough to agree on what happened. At least I think we agree . . .
Ah, New Orleans. A city of culture, history, and vomit. Lots and lots of vomit. This isn’t a vomit story, but it is about a trip to good ol’ NOLA that happened to coincide with a National Swingers Convention. Did I mention it was also a city of great adventure!
This week I talk about another time I found myself in a studio situation i probably had no business being a part of, but such is my life. I tried to help skirt the licensing laws, but I was in no danger since pulling it all off proved harder than anticipated.
This week I tell a tale of being asked to be involved in a musical project in which I may have bitten off more than I could chew. By that I mean I may have been a tad highly under qualified to be in the same room as the people I was working with. I used it as a motivator and look at me now kids! Look at me now . . .
Yeah, yeah my name’s John Wayne, but what have I done for you lately? Well, I was in that one movie that one time. This week I tell of my short foray into the world of film acting, and how ignorance made me an accidental badass!
I just got hitched, but here’s a story from the first time that happened to me. it involves naked hijinks, and bicycle riding. Oh, and a couple of grandmas hanging out!
This week I melt my brain-banana with some magic mushrooms, then blast off into an intense and beneficial reset of my thinking. Also, I break down my love of Married with Children, and the nuances that shaped my fragile mind.
Remember when you had to have your pictures actually developed at the local one-hour photo shop? This week I recover a memory and tell a story of the difficulties in having photos containing certain ‘unsavory’ content developed, and how I gently convinced a clerk to break policy.
I like fucking with people. Not to be mean, but just to throw things off for a moment of that person’s reality. This week I talk about meeting the master, and how much I still have to learn.
This week I tell the very fresh story of my latest performance on stage, and try to determine how justified my ensuing actions were. Time to sack-up and eat some humble pie on this one, but not without some whipped cream and a cherry on top!
Back in action this week with another story from the rock-n-roll archives of my resin coated brain. When Kris and I meet up some other friends to see a show in Austin we end up getting a little carried away with the boozin' and poor decisions are made. I wish we would've gotten those french fries though.
I just got off the road with johnwayneisdead and mere hours upon my arrival I'm bustin' to tell you all about it! Plus, we recorded new songs in Memphis!
I'm fresh back from my first KillerCon, and I can't wait to tell you all about it! Buckle in for another con-recap, and I loved the shit out of this one!
As a young lad my first job was sacking your stinkin' groceries at Kroger. I was young, fresh, and far more considerate and trusting of people, so when I found an envelope with over nine hundred bucks in a shopping cart of course my first instinct is to turn it in. Never fear though, It all worked out when my honesty was rewarded with toilet water.
The ancient art of karaoke is as appreciated as much as it is despised. I, however, am a lover and celebrator of the craft. This week I tell of a time I celebrated it hard in fabulous Las Vegas Nevada! Robby C joins me for this caper of glitz, glamor, and Neil Diamond.
I'm back from my second Scares That Care, and I'm bustin' to tell you all about it. It was a great time, a successful con, and super, bad-ass! I'm already excited for next year!
Ever had someone in a bidding war over you? Me neither, except for that one time I did. This week I tell of how I cut my chops doing solo gigs, and all the crazy shit that came along with it. The important thing was the seed of never giving up was planted with help from a drunken stranger.