April 27, 2007
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The Daily News
1 Jimmy Kimmel is hilarious; it’s official.2 He had Sanjaya on last night, and asked him what his name meant.
3 Sanjaya explained that it meant “Strong Spiritual Being. I think…”
4 Well, so much for THAT mystery.
5 He then mentioned that a lot of people were naming their children Sanjaya now. Kimmel commented that when Sanjaya was but a wee lad, it must have been hard to get those little license plates for his bikes.
6 Sanjaya responded that he had also heard parents were naming their children Sanjaya. Kimmel went on to talk of, “Can you just picture it? Millions of little kids riding around on their bikes, cards in the spokes, and they are all named Sanjaya?”
7 I sure hope I’m spelling the guy’s name right, because I don’t want to re-write all of this. That’s how much time I spend reading about that guy.
8 Anyway, I had just returned from having performed LIVE at YB’s Warrior Idol, and got home, began doing the DN and later on, Kimmel came on and I just kept laughing at all his nonsense. He messed with Sanjaya, but it wasn’t at Sanjaya’s expense. It was pretty funny. To find more out about Sanjaya, you can visit his Wikipedia site:
9 Moving on: I had an enormous headache the other night, from the back of my head to the frontal lobes, and all the way through the crown, and it was like a mohawk of pain that refused to up and leave.10 I don’t get too many headaches any longer, and I don’t drink, so it was pretty alarming that the headache just stationed itself inside my the overworked machinery in my head. My eyes welled, and I was in so much pain that I had to go to 7-11 at 3 a.m. I wound up staying home from work yesterday with an ice pack and a hammer.
11 My plan was to rest the head entirely, sleep, drink liquids, and if that didn’t work to go to the doctor. If THAT didn’t work, I was just going to conk myself on the head with the hammer so I could keep the ice loose, and lie around like a cartoon on crack.
12 What I didn’t count on was my daughter Nicole’s car going down again. She called mid-morning. It took half the day to get it repaired, even though all I wanted to do was to get home and rest my head for today’s work day.
13 Anyway, on the way home, my other daughter Caitlin let me borrow her I-Pod in order for me to practice the song Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison.
14 So around 4 p.m. we began reviewing that song, which was fun, by really trying to perfect it. The headache still lingered, but nothing was going to stop me from creating the exact right notes, timing, and rhythms of that great song.
15 Caitlin kept me practicing over and over and over until I had it, and nailed it.
16 I had thanked her and then hopped in my car to perform, perhaps for the last time on the YB stage.
17 I met Al-Bob Russell backstage and we immediately fell into some great hilarity, enjoying all the years, good, bad, and mostly goofy.
18 We performed after a bunch of pretty talented kids had performed.
19 It felt wonderful going out on stage and just seeing a faceless crowd, but a welcoming and loving crowd. We pulled up a couple of rocking chairs and sat, symbolically ready to rock.
20 We completely nailed Soul Man, our sort of anthem, our main storm.21 Within seconds after Soul Man, the opening notes to Pretty Woman stomped througout the Theatre, and the place was pumped. Great clap-along song.
22 By the second verse, my heart started pounding, and I completely lost the lyrics even though I had spent around five days trying to get them all together with the pitch, breathing, heart, etc.
23 For most of the remainder of the song, I just made stuff up. But it worked; nobody knew, and the fun part was making up all those lyrics on the fly.
24 The audience whooped and hollered, and it was great to be back on the YB stage, as a performer. I hadn’t felt that sort of adrenaline in years.
25 I poured everything I had into it, and Al-Bob kept doing hilarious stuff with newspapers, dances, etc.
26 By the time I got off stage the sweat poured out from under my hat, down the cheeks, and over my eyes.
27 Any nonsense regarding a headache was gone completely.
28 I loved it. Wolcott and Trinh gave me roses. Al and I high-fived, and it all just rocked.
29 I sat in the corner on a stool, like a boxer at the end of his final round. The fighter still remains. I broke into a grand smile.
30 Thanks Rocha, and thanks YB for everything.
30 It was absolutely cleansing.
31 Live life.
32 Love life.
33 Peace.
~H~
