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.