The End of April and a Concern

This month is gone and the weather is getting great here. I have become concerned that some of my BLOG friends are changing their habits due to a few Fuck Heads that have tried to make weapons or darts out of their comments to a post. I always wonder why Rachel is so sensitive to this, and mentions it on her BLOG and on her show. To me this only gives a legitimate shade to this type of behavior. Now I see others falling into changing their BLOG habits also. You all have been so kind to me, and now I feel I must help defend you in some way. I feel the way is to not change, and not to even give comment to the minority of Fuck Heads that do these crap comments. If they get no reaction, they will tire and move on to some other mundane activity that helps them feel better about themselves. Maybe there is hope for this type. There is always hope.

OK

Afer several emails and phone calls, I decided to address the complaint of the fact "What do I look like?"
I have never posted a recent picture of JoeBoy so here you go.

My Dream Last Night

I had the greatest dream last night. In the dream someone knocked on the upstairs door at the studio. I opened it to find Keith Moon standing there with a big grin. "Didn't expect me did ya" he said, and walked right in. He sat down at my kit and wanted to jam. Before I could say a word he said " Don't worry about your arm mate. This is a dream. Lets go" So I did and we played this long improvised bombastic jam. It was brilliant. When we stopped, I ask him if he wanted anything. Maybe a drink. He looked at me really sad and said " If I can find what I am looking for, I will let you know. He got up and walked out. That was it. It was a dream, but even now hours later it seemed so real. Maybe a blessing. I was mad when he died. That I never got to meet him. Got to play music with him. Was this dream a God thing maybe, or a Moon thing?