It's a wrap! February is drawing to a close, and a warm one at that. No complaints about the weather on my end, I hate the cold. Perhaps it's warm due to the fact that I've been bent over a barrel by Best buy all month. That's another story. I'll leave it at this. I hate big box, corporate America, and my quest to support the little guy, solely, has begun. Customer service sucks.

February was another strong month, several good gigs, and one awful one. When I say awful, I mean awful.

The Sunday River ski resort has comedy shows often in the wintertime, a gathering of rich, tired, and foreign skiers, huddled over a pint of warm piss ale, trying to be amused by a group of New England funnymen. The majority of the time, it works. Not for me.

This was my second run there this winter. The first time was good, not great, or memorable, but let's call it average.

This time was far different. The drive there could have told the tale. I was jamming out to my new stereo system listening to some burned compilations of tunes, having a grand old time, and was nearly driven off of the road at least six times by asshole truck drivers. I was so furious at one of them that I followed it for miles to get the phone number to call the company and have this guy fired. I had been going seventy miles an hour in a fifty, and this prick was three feet behind me with less than desirable road conditions. I pulled over for him to pass, which he did, and slowed down to fifty. I passed him again, and he pulled the same maneuver. Got so close to me he could count the hairs on my head.

After all that crap, I raced to the gig, strung out, road weary, and stressed out. I need a good gig.

It's not that these people didn't like me…. they HATED me. They were all British and prickish, and my style of comedy didn't appease them in the least. I stood up there in silence for thirty minutes, ran to the bar, grabbed my jacket and ran out of there like the whole room had tested positive on a pregnancy test. I jumped into my car, got the hell out of there, and laughed the whole way home. A while ago, it would have probably really upset me, but I had to laugh at the circumstance. You can't win 'em all.

Aside from that debacle, the rest of the month was really good. They were a string of one nighters, so there was a lot of driving, and I was able to stay out of trouble. Since leaving the band, I've been randomly popping up at open mics around town and jamming with some cool people, going to the gym, and enjoying drumming again. It's been refreshing, and I decided to write a piece on it. And guess what? Modern Drummer, the world's largest magazine on drumming is going to buy the piece and publish it! This will be my first worldwide magazine writing credit, so I'm really excited about it. I pondered getting my acceptance letter framed, but I accidentally wrote some directions on the back of it. What an asshole.

In other good news, it looks like Time Warner of Maine is going to give the ok on a TV show that I've been pitching them. I don't know 100% yet, but they seem to love the idea, and want to make a go of it. I'll keep you posted.