Next time you’re at Starbucks, and you happen to be looking at CD’s, be sure to check out Off The Clock. Cause I’m on it!

No, I don’t work at Starbucks, but the drummer for the Young Immortals does, and when they were taking submissions, he sent in the song “The Fever”. Naturally they loved it, cause it’s an amazing and incredibly catchy song. Jake (the band’s songwriter) and I played all the instruments on the recording. He wrote the song, sang, played drums and most of the rhythm guitar parts, and I played bass, keyboards, piano, organ, and a couple of electric guitar parts, including the solo. It was recorded at my old apartment. When Jake wrote the song, I knew it was golden, because I couldn’t sit still or stop thinking about it from the moment I heard it.

All the guys in the band and I are very excited about this opportunity. It’s huge exposure, for sure, because this CD will be heard all over the world, and help take the Young Immortals to new and greater heights.

It’ll be available on Tuesday, April 3rd. Heck yeah!

This morning I had a car crash dream. Truth be told, it was an almost crash, rather than an actual crash. But still.

Kelly and I were going somewhere on the freeway; she was driving, and I was in the passenger seat. I was turned to talk to her, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a big SUV veering crazily all over the road behind us. I turned all the way around in my seat and reached into my bag to grab my camera, but I wasn’t able to get it in time. The SUV was heading for the ditch, and I wanted to see what was going to happen.

It careened off the road, and it cleared the ditch, but slammed into the retaining wall on the right. It ricocheted off the wall and when it hit the edge of the ditch, flew about 20 feet in the air. It landed right in front of another speeding car that was traveling in the same direction, but the SUV bounced again, and the other car narrowly missed it. The SUV miraculously landed on its wheels and continued in its original direction, and didn’t appear to be any worse for wear. The occupants continued on their way, smiling and waving as they passed all the other cars, including ours.

Weird. And–somewhat surprisingly–not gruesome, like the majority of my other car crash dreams have been.

Spent a few hours on Saturday playing drums on a couple of songs for the next Susie Blue CD. Total blast. We’re recording with Jason Roark, at his newly completed home studio. Great guy, who’s doing a great job. (Incidentally, that’s the same place where the Pete Krebs Trio is in the process of recording their CD as well. To refresh your memory, go here.) I’m really excited to hear how it all turns out. The most exciting thing of all is that there’s finally going to be new stuff from Susie! This album is going to sound very different from her last one, but I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

During one of my breaks today, I called to inquire about my checking account balance, and the automated voice at the other end of the line said, “Zero dollars. . .and zero cents.”

Crap.

That hasn’t happened for a while now. The good news is that I’m not overdrawn, thanks to the Overdraft Protection Thingy that I have. But I thought it would be good to find out more information when I got home.

So now that I’m home, I just logged into my account online, and saw I had an emergency savings account I’d forgotten about, which is where my Overdraft Protection Thingy comes from. (I haven’t been overdrawn in a long time, so I’d forgotten about it.) That account has $200 in it now! I had no idea. So I transferred $50 over, to get me by for the next few days, and left the rest in there to keep saving my butt in the future. This means I can get gas. And food.

Yay!

I’ve been so busy this week that I forgot to write about the dream I had the other night. Hopefully you enjoy reading about them, cause I sure enjoy posting them.

It took place in my apartment, which was kind of a combination of my current one (at the Opera House) and my former one (at the Taylor House). It was on the third floor, and it was very swanky and modern, big and open, with hardwood floors and lots of warm light. It was kinda late at night, and I was hanging out up there, reading or something, and a girl knocked on the door. We started talking, and she turned out to be really cool and funny, and we ended up talking about movies. She mentioned an obscure foreign one from the 40′s or 50′s, the name of which I don’t remember. Let’s say it was “Papillon.” We were talking about that and laughing, when she pushed me over onto my side and tried to kiss me. I stopped her and said, “I can’t do that. . .I have a girlfriend.” She protested, made a little joke and tried again, and I kinda held her by her shoulders to keep her at a distance. I said, “Nope, sorry. . .she and I aren’t seeing anybody else.” She got kinda bummed and sat up. I said, “We can sure hang out together, though. That’d be great.” She shrugged in a what’s-the-point kind of way, said goodnight and see ya around, and left.

I went out of my apartment, down the stairs into the foyer of my building, and I saw my friend Susan was sitting down there, smoking a cigarette. She asked if I’d seen any good movies lately, and listed them. I don’t remember which ones, but she said something like, “Hey, have you seen (title)? (title)?. . . Papillon?”, and gave me a smirk. I laughed and said, “Who the heck WAS that girl?” She gestured toward herself, looked mock-surprised and said, “You actually think I had something to do with that?” But then she laughed and gave herself away, saying, “I dunno, we were talking and she seemed cool, so I sent her up to your place to say hello.”

Then we heard a meow outside, and I went out to look. I saw through the big plate-glass window that the girl was still waiting outside, so I walked around to the back, where Astor (Susan’s white cat) was. I petted him and walked around back there for a while, then went back inside to my place.

There was another part to the dream, but my alarm went off right after that, so I couldn’t remember how it ended.