The plane actually landed at LAX on time, unbelieveably enough, so I decided to hit the Kitty 'bout an hour after things got rockin'. It wasn't very packed, but there was a crew of first-timers hoggin' the mic, so I only did two. Still, it was good to be back and practically nobody I knew was there, so the few that were seemed to appreciate my presence somewhat. After I did "Dragula", one of the drunks insisted that I was awesome and needed to get my own band. Repeatedly. Now, while that's always been a fantasy of mine, I know there's no hope of that for me...if for no other reason than singers seem to be required to write lyrics, which I don't do. Can't do, really.

"If you can sing like that, you can write liek that."

Oh, how I wish...