We Are 99% Confused.

As I was exploring the great city of Chicago last night, I randomly stumbled onto the Occupy Chicago protestor parade which was en route to Grant Park... So naturally I jumped in the queue to see what they're all about.


When we got to the park, a half hour was spent laying down the ground rules for the forum. Then they asked the first speaker to make a proposal, but nobody spoke.  It was a meeting to discuss further meetings and few if any solutions were proposed with this particular group.  In my mind, the only solid proposal to counter corporate greed is to encourage people to close their accounts with large corporate banking institutions and to put their money in local banks or credit unions.  


Other than that, it mostly felt like one big gripefest.  

On The Road Again... Again.

I'm officially 2 days into my journey out West.  I'm headed back to Los Angeles, California, to go prospecting for gold plated diapers... never question Bruce Dickenson. Back in '05 I went to live in LA in search of a recording contract and was able to focus my efforts which ultimately led to my band getting signed.  I'm going back there to shake it up and make things happen again.  

Yesterday, I was able to stop at the Jackson family house in Gary, Indiana. It was in an incredibly unassuming neighborhood, right off of the interstate... and by unassuming I mean SCARY.

Right now, I'm in Chicago, and so far I can't tell weather the locals are angry or just talking. The world famous deep dish pizza here is a bit of a disappointment, naturally, having eaten New York pizza my whole life.  I'm afraid you can just smother corn bread with spaghetti sauce and call it pizza.  Sorry guys, try again.