First bloaaaag of the year

Welcome to the Barsh report's year-has-begun edition
After many nights of waiting now i've brought it to fruition
If i happened to be talking I would ask you all to listen
But since this is cyber-text, my groggy voice y'all will be missin

By this point your computer's on, the screen's begun to glisten
And you're amped to read the blog-version of late-nite drunken pissin'


Well 2009 has started and its only 5 days young
And I feel it will be packed with good stuff; like a horse - well hung.
Some folks may hold a bleaker look at what the year may bring
But to them I say, take that bleak look and shoot it from your sling(shot)

While the news tries to depress you, rest assured I shall caress you
With the best I have to give I'll try to bless you and de-stress you
Through my bloggy rhymes impress you and then virtually undress you
Occasion'ly my text will test you, temporarily possess you
But i promise by the end you will be glad you read this cesspool

that i call a blog
(god i dont miss the Hong Kong smog)

OK back on task, ive spent the last few weeks in flux
From a good friend's wedding weekend (no I didnt wear a tux)
To the confines of Bar Harbor, Maine, and to and from my home
In a little town called Brooklyn, which does not quite look like Rome

I've played a few cool shows, one with the Barsh Band in NY
House of Blues in Chicago and Jeff C's house on MDI
Did a WGN TV spot with Ross Bon's Mighty Blue Kings
Where we shared the stage with the world's fastest golfer; my how quick he swings!

Speaking of swings, now I'm getting back into it
All this holiday drinking's made me not want to do it

So its time to go on detox, cuz last nite I had 6 beers
Could have been feeling real tipsy, even crying liquor tears
But I didnt feel a damn thing, got my tolerance up high
And I don't think that I need to taste guinness next time I cry
So for a few days beer and whiskey its: bye-bye

Sigh..

Its fuckin late, sorry to swear,
I feel like friggin Yogi Bear
Right now my mind is sauce like marinara
Smudged around like bad mascara
Awkward, like a character that's played by Michael Cera
Out of sync with the moment, like a club DJ spinning Pantera
Forgetting important things, like the mom in "Home Alone" (Catherine O'hara)

OK I'm off to bed for now, but I leave you with this
If you're in the City Friday, come check some sonic bliss
My project with Maurice Brown called "Lose Your Mind" is appearing
Featuring the MC "Niles" who is undoubtedly worth hearing
Check the Flya, its cheap cova, and there's 3 bands for the price of 1
And I'm playing in 2 out of 3, so it's 2/3 the fun!

(that sounds wrong but i'm too tired to over-analyze)