First off, I’m hoping that I will never have to revisit the name, or the woman, Kimberly Murphy ever again. So, let us be done with that, then.

     Oddly, though, there have been a few places in this past year where my damaged heart… the metaphorical one… has been put to test, and found still full of love and compassion. And even some desire. Though it got… complicated… it was good to feel it, again. And that dirty four letter word “love” finally fell out of my mouth at someone, AND I MEANT IT, LIKE IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE. Holy shit, that was scary.

     I’ve officially returned to the stage with Black Flag Productions, as a pirate, and now with the expansion into Western Reenactment. I suspect that the characters that inhabit those worlds will likely find their way here, this coming year. But at any rate it’s good to be entertaining crowds and hearing the laughter of kids, again. I am sorry I ever left, but luckily Jeff Campbell, who I founded the group with a couple decades ago, is an often surprising and amazing man. We’ve mended, and the group has taken me back in like I never left… because they won’t ever let me leave, again. (More will be coming about Black Flag Productions as the company infrastructure builds up.)

     All the shows! I went to six big concerts this past year, and a mess of little shows here and about. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a good time. And, as of this publishing, I already have tickets for a show later in 2019; the return of Weird Al! Meanwhile, I have been enjoying the hell out of the tease follies that is burlesque. And there is a lot to see all around the San Francisco Bay Area! From Bad Influence Burlesque to Hubba Hubba Revue there’s something for everyone. And some great cabaret shows, too, like Misfits Cabaret and Tourniquets Without Regrets. If you’re in the area or the city proper you owe it to yourself to see these shows.

     And, yes; as of this publishing The Dangermouse still lives. Not bad for being over 331,000 miles old, huh? Yeah, my favorite Disney nut Rellie – long time fried of the show – really saved the day by coming to our rescue when we were broke down on the freeway shoulder.

     This year… it’s hard not to get mired in the mess that 2018 was; suicidal depression, death, layoffs, money issues, loss of friends… no one was immune from it this year. SO, naturally, it’s hard to see the good that came out of this year, too. That said, fuck off 2018; you sucked. And 2019? You suck too and I will so kick your ass.

     Look for some big changes coming in the next three months as I gear up for 45, and a whole new branding in March. Thanks for sticking it out with me, and…

 HAPPY NEW YEAR!