<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Sep 2024 04:14:25 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Gig tales</category><category>Adventures in Food</category><category>Things that Rock (besides me)</category><category>Make Up Whore</category><category>In the iPod</category><category>Music</category><category>Fashion</category><category>For the Love of Animals</category><category>In the Bar</category><category>Shoe Whore</category><category>Speck</category><category>The Rocker Cat</category><category>Things that do not Rock</category><title>Tales from a REAL OC Rocker Living in Obscurity</title><description>*The names of the naughty have been changed to protect the innocent.</description><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-3027911046616786453</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 03:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-02T19:41:22.295-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gig tales</category><title>New Year&#39;s Greetings!</title><atom:summary type="text">Happy New Year to you all!

I took a Holiday Hiatus, not that my 3 followers noticed, due to the hustle and bustle of the season. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know about you, but for the Rocker, the holidays are usually a blitzkrieg of gigs, booze, parties, events, gifts, fruitcakes (I&#39;m not just referring to the inedible brick-o-food-like-substance), friends, family, debauchery, douch-baggery and other B.S. 

</atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-greetings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-1980938088441007340</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 23:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-31T16:12:10.404-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bloody Lips, Brawling &amp; More Lezbos!</title><atom:summary type="text">You may have guessed that strange behavior is a constant in my line of work. &amp;nbsp;It is, but I am used to it. &amp;nbsp;Not much surprises me anymore. &amp;nbsp;Think about it, I am in bars on a regular basis, that are full of drunks. &amp;nbsp; There&#39;s gonna be drama. 

The douche of the evening at my Saturday night show last weekend in Placentia was the tall, clearly already stewed, blonde man-child. &amp;</atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/10/bloody-lips-brawling-more-lezbos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-1168897947799873542</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-14T10:41:21.204-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gig tales</category><title>Lighthouse, Lezbos &amp; Sex on the Beach, Oh my!</title><atom:summary type="text">Hello fellow rockers. &amp;nbsp;Please accept my apologies for the delay in new postings as it&#39;s been a busy couple of weeks for The Rocker.

Our Lighthouse gig in Hermosa Beach was mostly uneventful, with a few exceptions, though nothing out of the ordinary for us. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s a fun venue with a mixed bag of drunks. &amp;nbsp;We get a roomy stage at this joint, with very few cracks in the floor. &amp;nbsp;A </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/10/lighthouse-lezbos-sex-on-beach-oh-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-4461589378675023251</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 22:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T16:32:31.272-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">For the Love of Animals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Speck</category><title>Dog Day</title><atom:summary type="text">
The Rocker is an animal lover and it breaks my hardened whiskey filled heart to know that often they are treated as property, not a living being. &amp;nbsp;Yes, people come first, but owning a pet is a long term commitment. &amp;nbsp;You cannot throw them out like yesterday&#39;s trash when things get rough, or don&#39;t work out as anticipated. &amp;nbsp;Don&#39;t even get me started on people who buy bunnies and </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/dog-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNPZwUat5AC6yvGBK85YKizPKlAYL-lsU_HWw1cT7MnDT1pUaQn7U0T_KtFEWtr8eSVEv8rHVQF9QEpDwrtTyHIR0NlMY5FKDxKkMs35zloiYTEa-cH4zY2mw-e-Q4L40Iz-RqKEV5o0gE/s72-c/0513081956.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-8040026110615130549</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 22:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T15:06:58.047-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures in Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Things that Rock (besides me)</category><title>Who Says There&#39;s No Free Lunch?</title><atom:summary type="text">There is if you are resourceful. &amp;nbsp;When you are unemployed, like The Rocker, and on a budget, it can be difficult to maintain the lifestyle you once lived prior to your brokeness. &amp;nbsp; I wasn&#39;t rich, but I was certainly comfortable. &amp;nbsp; Although I have been able to adjust, giving up certain comforts, I still find it is possible to eat like a king, &amp;nbsp;avoiding Hamburger Helper and .99 </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-says-theres-no-free-lunch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-4438114192503231400</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 21:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T22:37:42.628-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures in Food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Things that Rock (besides me)</category><title>Sugar Coated Bastards Rock!!</title><atom:summary type="text">You ain&#39;t got no job, you ain&#39;t got no money and it&#39;s Friday. &amp;nbsp;True. &amp;nbsp;And no gig. &amp;nbsp;Then let&#39;s go see Asian Halen in his side project, The Sugar Coated Bastards in BFE at some place called the Dawg House that is next to a Korean karaoke bar and a strip club. &amp;nbsp;OK!

I dragged The Pool and our friend Jax* out to the City of Industry to check out this (in the singer&#39;s own words) &quot;</atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/sugar-coated-bastards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA7bCYfiWkdsGh-NBw86LnsOcYQNYKE7oOLQLSoxT1I6WfAypYmzkffGABOCVEhW1vbGhIOUZclvQvYu0NaQH7qrkWtqKJ4SmXeNvQu9AbhrIm7eEcQDCp2Hw1e7tizys4Dx4eyxWWtpgu/s72-c/0926090045a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-9117512829525727070</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 20:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T13:54:12.640-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures in Food</category><title>Killing time .... beating the heat</title><atom:summary type="text">This week&#39;s job search has been in vain. &amp;nbsp;I have gotten some responses, although I am not particularly qualified to run Nigerian money laundering scams, even though they are kind enough to offer training. &amp;nbsp;Don&#39;t tell the EDD I turned down the &quot;job offers&quot; or they will stop sending checks....

Thursday was stupid hot, and The Rocker does not have AC except in the Katmobile.




What to </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/killing-time-beating-heat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_yCwzlVhAzJUS_CpneQQsJzW_ZQxfGj5UafdTlmypKJBsPwI0IU3C7Bght_TGSPubETeid19C6Szt41Hq0ombvGLPJbp2V9mHZeCzuR-JMQ2kd-T57WGaM9C6H6kt6mJph2_sqXM54c1/s72-c/0924091312.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-1092014019585992910</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 04:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T21:42:12.958-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">In the iPod</category><title>In The iPod Today...</title><atom:summary type="text">New Alice in Chains, Check My Brain. &amp;nbsp;Hell yeah!

Like they never skipped a beat, they seemed to have picked up where they left off with Staley after working through some initial not-so-good debut performances. &amp;nbsp; Although, the musician in me can&#39;t help feeling sorry for Duvall, the new singer, as he has a lot to live up to being that his only job is to be a Staley clone. &amp;nbsp; Then </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-ipod-today_26.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-2781834020581040638</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T10:48:22.244-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gig tales</category><title>Saturday at the Clubhouse</title><atom:summary type="text">Last Saturday&#39;s gig was fairly uneventfully, hence my delay in a posting. &amp;nbsp; Also, the sew-delicious topic of fashion and food has preoccupied me this week seemingly. &amp;nbsp;I shall run through some highlights though.

It was my Pop&#39;s birthday last week, so I thought I&#39;d surprise him with a triple layer chocolate cake at the gig. &amp;nbsp;I spent the afternoon in a thousand degree kitchen making </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-at-clubhouse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-3396771986168320229</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 22:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T21:42:25.560-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Make Up Whore</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Things that Rock (besides me)</category><title>Sorry, no autographs, no photos, please..... NOT!</title><atom:summary type="text">I don&#39;t know what it is like to be famous, but it must be at least ten-fold of what I go through on occasion. &amp;nbsp;Performing as many shows as I have over the years, I do get recognized from my bands, and even requests for autographs, as amazing as that sounds. &amp;nbsp;When I went to the International Street Fair with The Pool recently, I was recognized several times to his dismay, as he was not, </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-no-autograph-no-photos-please-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqN93LUtqIJxOj6Qj356Mf33hEEC2Rf-YVlckeaAxKuTeEG3ScVjrvAo5Xi_0lDRhy4bdqsA4rdwQRNPu5M621JBDTfV9BwTM9y_28eI_Vbiccng2cbZvTkiem44e4Rtuyuv_6EmEcd3CO/s72-c/0921091507.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-9209634599852952804</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 00:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T15:38:11.281-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">In the Bar</category><title>Vanilla Lemon Drop</title><atom:summary type="text">Right now I am enjoying a Vanilla Lemon Drop. &amp;nbsp;Yes, Lemon Drops are girlie drinks, of which I usually do not enjoy because girlie drinks are too sweet. &amp;nbsp;The Rocker usually prefers straight Jack Daniels, however this is one of my own creations and it rocks. 

Mixing cocktails in my bar is a fun pass time for me, and what self respecting rocker wouldn&#39;t love playing bartender, </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/vanilla-lemon-drop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-4463539467533119347</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 21:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T16:38:04.762-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">In the iPod</category><title>In The iPod Today...</title><atom:summary type="text">The Urban Cowboy Sound track. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, that&#39;s right. &amp;nbsp;Got a problem with The Rocker listening to country? &amp;nbsp;Well, what are you gonna do about it? &amp;nbsp;Before you can blink I&#39;ll have you hog tied and whistling Dixie.

I highly recommend picking this up on iTunes. The movie was cool (yes, I saw it in the theaters when it came out, gasp!), and how could it not be when it stars John </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-ipod-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-5221052391481123837</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T14:40:53.133-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fashion</category><title>Pretty in ..WTF is that?!</title><atom:summary type="text">I suspect I have sat zombie-eyed in front of the tube too many times during the 80&#39;s coming-of-age movie Pretty in Pink, for now, I seem to believe that I can make my own clothes as Molly Ringwald&#39;s character did. &amp;nbsp;I also suspect that the clothing I am modifying to suit my whims are just as hideously unflattering as the prom dress she made from several Pepto Bismol pink dresses. &amp;nbsp;But, </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/pretty-in-wtf-is-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-4441140729993311479</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T12:37:54.946-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shoe Whore</category><title>Shoe Whoring</title><atom:summary type="text">A former band member of mine, &amp;nbsp;I will affectionately call Pee-Face, one night at a gig labeled me a Shoe Whore. &amp;nbsp;When I asked Lucy to &#39;splain he replied that The Rocker has a crap ton of shoes and he&#39;d noticed &amp;nbsp;most of them were spiked and/or platform. &amp;nbsp; Ok, true. &amp;nbsp;But I have flats too! &amp;nbsp;You can&#39;t wear those to gigs, I mean really? 


I happy accept the title, which </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/shoe-whoring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSbEgxOiN1y6h_42Af4-veZ4aSorvbQr9xQNK4ts8U3zt7V3JyvzsVHtC2Yh0eOFVATcYErGwia_3EQVLUa79AAXz1__M2XhH15I9t_HqmSU8dYCr5AbZyJEPtFkEp9pPxjbjOA9HVfQR/s72-c/12160_itm.jpg.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-8607813114616830771</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T12:20:35.892-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures in Food</category><title>Red Lobster Sucks (except for the biscuits)</title><atom:summary type="text">At the risk of upsetting my only official follower of my new blog, Mr. USC96, who might I add, has his own deliciously funny blog about food, &quot;Dude, Where&#39;s My Lunch&quot;, &amp;nbsp;I will continue to add food rants.&amp;nbsp;


The S.O.&#39;s continuing pleas to visit a Red Lobster for the All-You-Can-Eat-Shrimp promotion finally wore me down, and I reluctantly pulled into the parking lot of the nearest </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/red-lobster-sucks-except-for-biscuits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzUmrO_-CVQJPD1ZxYFriHV90JAGIal5LAIsZr7_9qwCbZ0oAGBKDD_fkN7yfMpXS849oU3bNYcVy5wyaXUIIniJgsL13pnsxcaxZ0jRQZyOo-78PyDS7zOFSMaPqCXGl-MAuTsWj4iKd/s72-c/0913091957.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-3712458357258558489</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 21:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T15:30:10.752-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gig tales</category><title>The Drunken Sailors</title><atom:summary type="text">Saturday&#39;s gig at a venue in Orange near the Honda Center greeted me with drunken sailors. &amp;nbsp;What, you expected sober sailors?!


As I drug my keyboard into the bar, wearing my clear plastic platform shoes, I noticed some younger fellows huddled around my Pops at the end of the bar. &amp;nbsp;Yes, as I mentioned, Pops comes to most of my shows. &amp;nbsp;Turns out, they are in the Navy on leave, and </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/drunken-sailor-incident.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-3453458452041916119</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T14:09:09.182-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gig tales</category><title>The Dubliner Gig</title><atom:summary type="text">Ah, the Dub. &amp;nbsp; I am fortunate to have a regular gig with my cover band at this Tustin venue. &amp;nbsp;Great staff, good food, roomy stage area protected by a railing which safeguards us from falling drunks and/or rowdy fans, which doesn&#39;t happen very often here, and the location is close to my house. &amp;nbsp;But it&#39;s not all fun and glamour. 

Load in is challenging to say the least. &amp;nbsp;By the</atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/dubliner-gig.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-5842665343405187158</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T13:28:51.681-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Make Up Whore</category><title>Make Up Whore Rides Again</title><atom:summary type="text">Do they have MWA (Make-Up Whores Anon)?

Though I have no cash until my unemployment check gets here, I do have credit cards! &amp;nbsp;I couldn&#39;t control myself when the S.O. &amp;nbsp;and I walked by Sephora in South Coast Plaza. &amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t even have to say anything, just look at him, and he knew. &amp;nbsp;So I merrily trotted into the store to pick up a few things that are necessary of course, </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-up-whore-rides-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-92303992431908237</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T16:38:53.517-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music</category><title>Kanye the Douche</title><atom:summary type="text">I would be remiss if I did not start blogging about music, since it is my life. &amp;nbsp;So let&#39;s start with the the Double Douche, Kanye West.

At the risk of further publicity (bad publicity is good publicity, just ask Kathy Griffin) I will rant about his juvenile behavior at the VMAs in an open letter. 

Dear Colostomy Bag West:

Really, Douche Bag (Squared)? &amp;nbsp;What&#39;s the matter, record sales</atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/kanye-douche.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-567592834233451180</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T15:13:56.486-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Make Up Whore</category><title>Make Up Whore</title><atom:summary type="text">There I said it. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I am a make up whore. 

Now, I am not your typical female, in the way that I am not terribly girly, whiny, not a picky eater, does not feel her biological clock ticking (in fact, I think its broken or needs new batteries), not desperate to marry, does not like drama, does not speak cryptically and make others guess what I mean, I like beer, cigars, hot rods, belt </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-up-whore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-729648870537115385</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T15:22:10.671-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Things that do not Rock</category><title>Dirt in my cracks</title><atom:summary type="text">I am not feeling much like a Rocker today. &amp;nbsp;What does not rock about today is cleaning the house. &amp;nbsp;Since my unemployment began, it has been quite clean, (which also doesn&#39;t rock - the unemployment part, that is) unless we have company or band mates over, and then, it becomes quite messy to say the very least. &amp;nbsp;Today, my hand is cramping, not because I am playing guitar, writing </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/dirt-in-my-cracks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-4591147951215654274</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T12:21:20.862-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Rocker Cat</category><title>Bad Kitty!</title><atom:summary type="text">I tell you, I have no idea what is going through our cat&#39;s head lately. &amp;nbsp;Has she finally had enough of my antics and wants out? &amp;nbsp;Ungrateful&amp;nbsp;feline o&#39; mine! &amp;nbsp;Foxy is very well trained. &amp;nbsp;She doesn&#39;t claw our leather couches, has never gone potty anywhere other that her poopy box and is generally a really well behaved cat. &amp;nbsp;That is until The Pool comes over because she </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/bad-kitty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1v5MHHH5leYv6PGzbZ17f1Hi2fsj97oNifXzUtnJOf_n5mUHm1c2QXeCa4IzNgUuLF9Qe1BMdew98vGjf51hqiKW4R33E1VAR0n7VElRPshBT6dmLdvYtjzf64xc2cw7Mgte8q3hbWykB/s72-c/P7020104.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-9018363159849597600</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 19:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T13:06:23.043-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gig tales</category><title>Viper Room, Hollywood</title><atom:summary type="text">Honestly, I have no clue where to begin on this one, except... at the&amp;nbsp;beginning. &amp;nbsp;

This was Mouthful&#39;s second gig at the Viper room. &amp;nbsp;We enjoy performing there because, for one thing, they are professional and treat us with respect. &amp;nbsp;And B, the sound is good. 



This night found us with a great crowd that really enjoyed us. &amp;nbsp;(Phew!) After our 35 minute set, we stuck </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/viper-room-hollywood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnD95UabD2drYYAkrrPEozds2gUlCZQiuRdIjrT2VgexeAlEgITmxp066NQZWyiuxFKUnwgXlEauqaDXWuK7aKEnUvzJflwIAl7X3IJyD7qCGB5fYXmHJq4LKC46yXi9ob_B9qQMz4hEJ/s72-c/P1010359.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-7790890426554571527</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-06T10:59:17.162-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gig tales</category><title>The Saturday gig</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m pretty tired from my show last night in Fullerton. &amp;nbsp;Even though we kept it mellow, I may have been tired still from the previous night&#39;s Street Fair madness. &amp;nbsp;Good times though. &amp;nbsp;I always enjoy meeting other bands and now we have a new group that we can set shows up with. &amp;nbsp;Cool guys. 

We were up first last night, but got a last start waiting for the sound guy. &amp;nbsp;After</atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-gig.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695746414633423477.post-5589048636074797555</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 17:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T12:22:36.572-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adventures in Food</category><title>Lunch @ The Rooster Cafe</title><atom:summary type="text">Read good things about the Rooster Cafe in Costa Mesa but had not had the opportunity to check it out. &amp;nbsp;First thing yesterday morning, the S.O. suggests we try it. &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m game. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s a cute little place with a nice menu. &amp;nbsp;I order the Randolph, which consists of turkey, bacon, avocado, lettuce, tomato on Ciabatta bread. &amp;nbsp;The excellent thing about it was they didn&#39;t drown it </atom:summary><link>http://realocrocker.blogspot.com/2009/09/lunch-rooster-cafe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Rocker)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>