Getting Better All The Time

As promised, I did indeed spend some time at The Tick Tock Club helping to get Jack's "groove" back. As always, the place was swingin'. My good friend Joe McElhenney, the club's owner, and Matty, the bartender, were in fine form -- and they kept the Cutty Sark flowing, which made Jack a happy boy. 

I also ran into an old friend of mine, the alluring Roxanne. I've never asked about her singing ability, but all I know is that I can hear her siren song anytime that our paths cross and I have no problems crashing the S.S. Mathis into some rocks for a better look. 

In fact, I'm going to step out now and go meet up with her for a little nightcap at El Travieso, a little Mexican place on her side of town where the margueritas are as cool as the senoritas are hot.

Night Out

I've had it pointed out to me...repeatedly...that I haven't really added much on here recently. (Thanks, Saul. It might be nice if you'd spend as much time trying to find me gigs as you do worrying about what I'm blogging.) Well, friends, the simple truth is that there hasn't been much to tell. I've been in a bit of a rut. Nothing but movies. I love the silver screen as much as anyone, but I'm an entertainer. To borrow a phrase, I got a lot of livin' to do.

Well, tonight is where the rut ends. I'm stepping out. As I type, I am getting ready to head over to The Tick Tock Club, one of my favorite watering holes of all time. I am going to get back to having fun the old fashioned way -- I'm going to earn it. If the Tick Tock is swingin' like normal, then I'm sure that I'll be back on track and have something interesting to say by morning...or afternoon because if things go well I don't plan on sleeping anytime soon.