Blogging Sucks

But, I have been told it is therapeutic. I guess it's the polite way of saying, "You need therapy, dear." My friends are passive aggressive in that sense.

Tonight I went to see The Soft Pack (nee The Muslims.) I wore my tightest dress sans bra. I handed them a CD from the band I am currently managing. My boobs are my calling card. I hate to admit it but it's true. Men and boobs. It's such a base formula. I don't know what good this does. We shall see.

I brought my 6 year old nephew to see the band. I hope he came away with a sense of good music.