Here I go again with another one of those vague diplomatic emails.  Sometimes I crave the freedom of an anonymous blog; it would be a very therapeutic way of dealing with the many stressful situations one encounters on tour.  But instead I choose to mask the details of what made me upset, and speak in grand hypothetical questions which I’m sure are soothing to no one but myself…

Let’s begin:

First of all I just want to ask: what grade are we in?  How old does someone have to be before they can just suck it up and deal with pesky nuisances without whining about “starting a petition”?  There are so many injustices in this world that need representation.  Why waste your stamina tearing someone apart instead of acting like an adult and accepting the state of affairs as they are?

Would you get your neighbors to band together to oust the renegade on the block who only plants yellow flowers?  Is that worth your time?  Because if it is, you’re a rabble-rouser and you do no good.  Don’t fool yourself in to thinking you’re a hero.  (Now I’ve got THIS song stuck in my head…  Rabble Rabble…)

Hmm… maybe all this junk just happens to inspire me and you’ll get to sing this blog post when it comes out on my next album…  ☺

Enough of that.  But if you have a spare moment, send me some good vibes because I’m feeling a little shredded over here…

On a happy note, someone thought I was 15 today!  Sweet!

Love and kisses to all my good peeps…