K Phillips Music

Rock and roll may not be dead, but the rocknrolla is, which is why I am blogging at 8:48 this morning. Instead of trying to freebase Elmer’s glue or find new ways to wear women’s clothes, I went for a bike ride. The River Town is still half-asleep at 6:15 and I have the streets to myself. I rode around downtown, checking out the new cheese shop, then the Red Rooster Inn, then Taco A-something, then finally stopping at Naglin’s for 2 Kolaches, a coffee, a bottle of water and then later cheese pocket. I know I am going to order these things. I know it’s morning. I have interacted with other human beings before, but when the young girl with the apron ask me what I want, I set modern communication back to the twilight of civilization. Instead of speaking like I’ve had 20 years of schooling, (which was mostly out of convenience), I say …. hello… I would like kolaches, please… Oh well, I point, I grunt, I slam my fists on the counter and put my change in the plastic box. I eat everything but 1 Jalapeno Cheese flavored, which I try to save by placing in my rear bike rack, which has a spring arm to hold things down. This only crushes my kolache. (ahh life, to crush the things you try to save)…this brings me to the days of the Rock and Roll Star, who didn’t have to twitter or blog or book his own shows. Well, Brett Michaels, you got away with it.

- K.