Abby Jenne and the Enablers: News

Dudes, I am still fucking trying to write this stupid album and I have like 3 songs I actually like. I think I'm gonna pull a cover album out of my ass so people will have something to chew on while I write some more. Nice image. People chewing what comes out of my ass. See what I mean? I know it's been 3 years, but hey. You can't write it if it doesn't want to be written. I'm just a vessel. For what comes out of my ass.

Anyhoo, all I can smell is weed because my dog got skunked again (2nd time in a week) at the beach last night. He went down the stairs, ran 3 steps and blammo. That wasn't a little dog for him to play with, but a skunky-friend. He is almost 60 years old (8 1/2) been sprayed about 7 times and still wants to be friends with these critters. Stupid, or is there some wisdom/ faith that we humans lack?

So, I'll be home in Montpelier on Friday, to play in Barre at the Granite City Brewing Friday night, Saturday at the Waitsfield Farmers' Market (lets see if I actually show up this year) and I am having a moving party on Saturday afternoon with a keg for all my moving buddies (this means you), as I collect my belongings from Northfield and reinstall them in Montpelier.

What am I doing at me lap top? I'm going to the beach, even if my ass is sunburned. That's why they created Zinca. Ta.

It's snowing and lovely here in the big V.T. Just met with Ezra (drummer boy) at the wee cafe near my house and had some time while he went to an "appointment" to get on line and do my job; I'm happy you are here. Spank you. Very much.

So due to slick conditions, my all girl super group (Calmaity Jane) has decided to forgo our ubiquitous Monday rehearsal. I am thinking of calling up the back line for some beer and open mike at the cafe katty corner to my humble abode. Really I should be blowing up air mattress #2 (#1 is bulbous and wierd and about to pop after a year of shaggadelic use) but no. Life is short and so are the days. Plus it is snowing.