On Christmas day, it seems I blew the engine on my car. I will be unloading my Kid Rock collectibles, Paradime Collectibles, and TBT Collectibles. My Car is going to cost me 3 Grand to repair, and I need all the funds I can to make sure I have a vehicle. So, in the upcoming days, be ready to bid, donate, and help a cause much greater then u may think. I am also organizing a benefit show...
Happy Trails
Should have stayed in bed
Red lights, ass wipes
Fat people walking around
With clothes too tight
ATM fees that just aint right
Rents too high, I don’t know why
Everywhere I go they buy and buy
I said Goddamn
I should of stayed in bed
Something wrong with my head
I should of stayed in bed
Scratch off winners
Mini thinners
Too many choices TV dinners
Fake laughing, traffic
Ex wife’s spastic
Head case spinning,
Go home to your basket
I said Goddamn
I shoulda stayed in bed
Something wrong with my head
I shoulda stayed in bed
Over worked, go a boss that’s a jerk
Everywhere I go, there’s twerps
Huffington Post is reporting a possible future whiskey shortage. Say it isn't so! Hope Kid's stocked up for the tour. :-)
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/05/23/whiskey-shortage_n_3327556.html
Do all my fellow Wingnuts have their Octopi ready to throw tonight? Sure am hoping for the best, but don't think it's gonna happen. GO WINGS!!!!
Heard a song by Fun think it is called Some Nights being used to advertise some product, it is just that it is so messed up that they are using that song to promote a product because at the end of the song they say, wonderful things came from lying . If that is my song and it goes right with Through Glass, Stone Sour sings the stars lie, and Sixx AM Lies of the Beautiful people, I just keep saying they were doing more than lying .
Chapter 2 - Revenge of Bourbon Street
When it comes to New Orleans, Bourbon Street to me more direct, I am noooo Rookie. I have been down to New Orleans 3 times, and Bourbon Street has been like a second home each and every time I was down there. To those of you who have not ever been down to the New Orleans area, Bourbon Street is more like an alley way, filled with Bars. In New Orleans, you can carry your Beverages from Bar to Bar it seems, or at least continue walking down the street as long as your drink is being held in a container. Anyways, let's get back to our story.
We walked about a block from out Hotel over to Bourbon, and maybe because God seems to bless me with Sunshine, or maybe because Satan likes to tempt my fate, the first establishment we passed was the Hustler Bar. If you do not know what Hustler is, please take a minute to google it, if not, use your imagination. I am no longer 25 years old, but I still have a fascination with women, and well, the Hustler club definitely started making me want to see a few cuties dance. However, we refrained, made our way down the street, and found a nice 2 for 1 bar. We were in New Orleans, and while it was early, and we could have went the Beer route, the cute young thing working talked us into a hurricane, and she pulled no punches. Ricky was a bit surprised at the alcohol levels of this fruity drink, but I knew, soon we would be at a whole different level. That "soon" was sped up as we walked about 2 buildings down, and came across another gentleman's club called "Stilettos" they offered us a deal we could not refuse, first off 2 for 1 drinks, no cover charge, and lastly, we could bring our drinks in with us. We were the only people in the bar, besides the beautiful young ladies, and as my buzz was rolling in, my mouth was adjusting to it, and I was running game like a veteran (I am a veteran) the girl I spent my time with was actually from Colorado, the friend I was with (ricky) was introduced to Jagermeister, and all of a sudden, we had a situation. Kev was rocked. I was dropping dollars, getting dances, and falling in love with a stripper. I remember calling Mr. Chief, and having him roll through, and he ultimately saved me from Bankruptcy, because after another hour, he got us out of there.
Don't judge me!!! I haven't been doing strip clubs in years, it was just a tad after 2am, and I was just a tad overzealous. We walked over to a few other bars, had a few more beers, drinks and shots, to the point, my vision was blurred, Kevin became KevRock, and my behavior became that of a mocking, kinda asshole nature. I remember coming across some old friends, The Crazy's as we know them, along with Phylass, and maybe a few others, I remember thumb wrestling people, bums, girls, and then I remember wanting to go back to my room. I was tired, and I knew, at some point, all the Kid fans were planning on meeting at Harrahs, I needed to represent myself proper...
I hit the room, hit the shower, and hit the bed. I got a good 3 hour power nap in, woke again at 730pm, and spruced up, and headed to find Ricky and friends over at Harrahs. There, I met Constance, her friend, and well, probably 50 people who introduced themselves to me that I can't quite remember (yea, again, don't judge me, I was still drunk as fuck) but then I remember seeing Connie Jo, and hugging Connie and not wanting to let go. Here is a woman who has been to hell and back, and has spent that time still caring and worrying about everyone else. It sobered me up, it brought a tear to my eye, and put the trip back into perspective, old friends, old memories, and Kid Rock's old music which made me a fan for life. Welcome to the party motherfuckers....
I spent a few hours having beers handled to me, I came across the beautiful Alicia, SherZ, and the young lady who was so gracious, Chasity. I wanted to finally bye myself a drink, reached in my pocket, and realized I had spent 400 of the 500 dollars I had brought for myself. So, instead of buying a drink, I made an executive decision, I was heading to Black Jack tables. I sat down at a table with some experienced players, good people, and a sexy dealer. I turned that remaining 100 back into over 500, and at this point, realized it was time to say goodbye to Harrahs, so that I wake up cruise morning ahead of the game, in good spirits, and ready to really turn it up a notch. I walked Constances's friend back to her room, it was a gentleman thing, the streets of New Orleans are no joke, and I gave her protection. We talked, and I enjoyed the talk, but she is still a mystery to me, I don't know her name, and never even saw her nipples.
Chapter 3 - Let's get on the Boat, Motherfucker... Coming soon
Chapter 2 - Revenge of Bourbon Street
When it comes to New Orleans, Bourbon Street to me more direct, I am noooo Rookie. I have been down to New Orleans 3 times, and Bourbon Street has been like a second home each and every time I was down there. To those of you who have not ever been down to the New Orleans area, Bourbon Street is more like an alley way, filled with Bars. In New Orleans, you can carry your Beverages from Bar to Bar it seems, or at least continue walking down the street as long as your drink is being held in a container. Anyways, let's get back to our story.
We walked about a block from out Hotel over to Bourbon, and maybe because God seems to bless me with Sunshine, or maybe because Satan likes to tempt my fate, the first establishment we passed was the Hustler Bar. If you do not know what Hustler is, please take a minute to google it, if not, use your imagination. I am no longer 25 years old, but I still have a fascination with women, and well, the Hustler club definitely started making me want to see a few cuties dance. However, we refrained, made our way down the street, and found a nice 2 for 1 bar. We were in New Orleans, and while it was early, and we could have went the Beer route, the cute young thing working talked us into a hurricane, and she pulled no punches. Ricky was a bit surprised at the alcohol levels of this fruity drink, but I knew, soon we would be at a whole different level. That "soon" was sped up as we walked about 2 buildings down, and came across another gentleman's club called "Stilettos" they offered us a deal we could not refuse, first off 2 for 1 drinks, no cover charge, and lastly, we could bring our drinks in with us. We were the only people in the bar, besides the beautiful young ladies, and as my buzz was rolling in, my mouth was adjusting to it, and I was running game like a veteran (I am a veteran) the girl I spent my time with was actually from Colorado, the friend I was with (ricky) was introduced to Jagermeister, and all of a sudden, we had a situation. Kev was rocked. I was dropping dollars, getting dances, and falling in love with a stripper. I remember calling Mr. Chief, and having him roll through, and he ultimately saved me from Bankruptcy, because after another hour, he got us out of there.
Don't judge me!!! I haven't been doing strip clubs in years, it was just a tad after 2am, and I was just a tad overzealous. We walked over to a few other bars, had a few more beers, drinks and shots, to the point, my vision was blurred, Kevin became KevRock, and my behavior became that of a mocking, kinda asshole nature. I remember coming across some old friends, The Crazy's as we know them, along with Phylass, and maybe a few others, I remember thumb wrestling people, bums, girls, and then I remember wanting to go back to my room. I was tired, and I knew, at some point, all the Kid fans were planning on meeting at Harrahs, I needed to represent myself proper...
I hit the room, hit the shower, and hit the bed. I got a good 3 hour power nap in, woke again at 730pm, and spruced up, and headed to find Ricky and friends over at Harrahs. There, I met Constance, her friend, and well, probably 50 people who introduced themselves to me that I can't quite remember (yea, again, don't judge me, I was still drunk as fuck) but then I remember seeing Connie Jo, and hugging Connie and not wanting to let go. Here is a woman who has been to hell and back, and has spent that time still caring and worrying about everyone else. It sobered me up, it brought a tear to my eye, and put the trip back into perspective, old friends, old memories, and Kid Rock's old music which made me a fan for life. Welcome to the party motherfuckers....
I spent a few hours having beers handled to me, I came across the beautiful Alicia, SherZ, and the young lady who was so gracious, Chasity. I wanted to finally bye myself a drink, reached in my pocket, and realized I had spent 400 of the 500 dollars I had brought for myself. So, instead of buying a drink, I made an executive decision, I was heading to Black Jack tables. I sat down at a table with some experienced players, good people, and a sexy dealer. I turned that remaining 100 back into over 500, and at this point, realized it was time to say goodbye to Harrahs, so that I wake up cruise morning ahead of the game, in good spirits, and ready to really turn it up a notch. I walked Constances's friend back to her room, it was a gentleman thing, the streets of New Orleans are no joke, and I gave her protection. We talked, and I enjoyed the talk, but she is still a mystery to me, I don't know her name, and never even saw her nipples.
Chapter 3 - Let's get on the Boat, Motherfucker... Coming soon
Hay Bobby, ya got GUITAR GRANNY HERE; I ve got ia present,
Chorus: "GET UR FINGER OUT OFIT; it don t belong to YOU! I wouldn t give ya a piece; no matter whatcha do!.............. hey JESUS ROCK S KKK
Patiently waiting........for Chapter 3 lol
Shaggz.. "pray to the toilet bowl" ... Bill Cosby 'Himself"... watched it over and over again on the HBO comedy special as a kid. I could probably recite every topic he covered...lol
@Beckxy , oops sorry Kev, excuse this interuption and no dont check your TV set, Pray to the Toilet Bowl (I like that saying, haha, yes I dunno>> sheltered Life I Guess for me, lol!!
lol Romeo !! Them next day hangovers take longer to shake off these days. Thank goodness I didn't have to pray to the toilet bowl....haha
Happy Belated Birthday to you, Sen !! : )~
Connie Jo.. you are so right.. We wish we could do this every year.. 'get together with our family on a cruise'... but I'm running on fumes, here. I can't believe we were able to pinch for the last two years, back to back. These past two years.. especially getting so much time with you n a few others like Ricky, Arlene, Angie, Jen, hangin' out with the Crazies this year, Chillin with Kev for a min this year, show-hoppin' on Thursday night with you, Connie, and a couple of friends : ) , meeting so many ppl from all the different sites.. crazy !!! I will def cherish forever... and If we dont make it on the next.. hopefully we'll get to all meet up at a show somewheres... cuz like you said... the ride will never be over !!
wish I could have been there...continue please, Kev.
I'm hoping those newer Kid Rock fans reading Kevin's story, the comments of friends following...help them to understand that there is so much more to being a Kid Rock & TBT fan than appears on the surface. Of course being a fan of the man, his band, the music they make is a large part of it, but much deeper and of priceless value are the friendships made along the way, while 'on the ride'.
We have a family of Kid Rock & TBT fans...brothers & sisters, and even the occasional 'mother'...such as me it appears, hahaha. I come by it naturally, being the oldest sibling, taking care of my brothers when I was a kid, and taking care of my parents too...they weren't often 'responsible'...so guess God decided I was to be the 'mom' for all, hahaha. I'm a natural care giver it seems...wouldn't be complete if I didn't have people in my life to care about and for. That said, among our Kid Rock family there are many who are natural 'caretakers'...givers more than takers. Each one of my Kid Rock family members in heart, would give the shirt off their back to help one of their own. It's just the way we roll, we're a family. Oh what a ride it's been indeed, and the ride isn't over...for me it won't end until my last breath is taken. :)
sweet
I need to start practicing the "RELAXING" the day before part, before the big day thingy myself Bex.
Gettin too damn old I tell ya! Haha! turned FRICKEN 41! ugh.... the day after the cruise.
Oh! And yes, you are completely right! I've told Connie more then once "yes, mommy... I know, I know..everything will be alright!, thank you and I love you mom." haha.
Once again.. great read Kev !!
We hid in our room all day Sunday.. cuz we were out with Connie and the crew until 3 in the morn the night before on Burbon. I did more that night before then I do in a month..haha
Meanwhile, I remember Ricky's texts of how yall were having such a GREAT time...lol I wanted to get dressed and get over there... but I chose to stay the same ole same ole.. and have a quiet night in before the big day. Can't wait to read sum more
PS.. love what ya said regarding Connie Jo. I said it before and I'll say it again.. she reminds me of my mom.... she puts everyone first before herself... geniune and one of a kind.. such a beautiful soul. That's my friend Connie Jo ; )
Great read Kev! I soooo wish I was there :(
Great writing .... waiting for Ch 3... ya make it like we were all there with such attention 2 detail...thanks for sharing !!!
Yes, NO is famous for bn able 2 walk the "alley" with drinks in hand, bar 2 bar, no PI tickets ever given out, just don't go in July and Aug. the stinch of spilled beer in the heat is killa...lol
Connie, i member You and Kevin standing in the rain...that was an awesome weekend !!!
Romeo your sooooooooo right " OH WHAT A RIDE"! the people I have met on line & more importantly in person.Because of KID ROCK & TBT !The memories will last a lifetime.KEV,cant wait to hear the BOAT CHAPTER! Ricky you will alway`s be my ROMEO!
Love the stories--you all are very special ppl
HAHA! Now that is funny Angel!
Well ya never know I guess.. We may meet again in Prison someday or odds of going to Prison together some time may happen as well. Damn... I sure hope not! lol.
Funny! Thanks for the laugh!
damn, didnt even get to see her nipples? that sucks lol
That was a great read , ty for sharing
bwahahahahaha I didnt have my glasses on and I read,
"I wanted to mention as well that I've known Kevin for years now. We first met in prison",
hahaha Im like WTF hahaha
so, I see you're using the term "patiently" rather loosely here, R! :-)
I wanted to mention as well that I've known Kevin for years now. We first met in person, ride sharing to a Kid Rock show down to Knoxville, TN. I cant remember the year but it was a while back (years ago) already...
Kev and I have remained great friends through all these years. Although we share many things in common, it's the laughter that we share amongst each other, is what I cherish the most.
Thanks for the memories Kev, in my mind and with your writings. Surely looking forward to many more!!
Long Live KevRock! Or .... Should I say ... Simply Kevin.... My friend.
Waiting patiently for Chapter 3 Kev.
Sometimes it's hard to explain in words from all the experiences and most importantly, friendships I have made through the years on this, what I call - Kid Rock ride...
I find myself ALWAYS reverting back to this song - Drunk In The Morning, off the Cocky album. The words - OH WHAT A RIDE... really.. and always and forever will stand out for me. I really do Thank you people. ALL OF YOU! Who I have met, talked too online, by phone, shared stories with, and.. but of course... laughed with!! ~~ THANK YOU! ~~
Now.. Enjoy the lyrics -
(I think its time to get it on)
So lets rock it with the band turn this shit up to 10 now
I got a feeling you been waiting for way to long now
And if your looking for a party you came to the right spot
So drink it 'em down motherfuckers and roll with the Kid Rock
And the band plays
And I thank you people for feeling me I'm feeling you too
OH WHAT A RIDE........, its been up and down all around the world we've been
We're back your here lets make the most of our time now
And if you get up get up I wont let you down
" Yeah what a ride and I thank you people thank you!!"
sweet! sounds like a good day from start to finish! that was a good day for us, too~ after a number of days drinking and site seeing in NOLA on our own, it was fun to start meeting people from KRC at Harrahs.
I was with Lori and Lisa most of the afternoon & night, they're my buds; and spending time with Constance & Ricky was awesome... neither I knew that well before but I feel like we're friends now. talking to people online is one thing but its always a pleasure to meet someone in person as well!
(and who could judge Kevin for liking naked women? naked women rock!)
Connie Jo, Ya Beotch... Im sittin her bawling my head off.
Kevin and i have discussed before how wierd it is that he always calls or messages just when I need it most. And he makes me laugh just when I need it most... Hes a keeper. lol and as much as I love my sista, CJ, i love the bratty brothers kev and Ricky too...lol
@Connie J, your a real special Lady/ nice read indeed!
The Lord is shining through yu!
Continuing...my final comment, haha. Kevin...we've created other cherished memories I could mention over the years of our family in heart friendship, but I'll fast forward 7 years to recent cherished memories shared. New Orleans...when I turned and saw you standing there at Harrahs, my heart felt such a familiar sense of comfort. I impulsively hugged you, and held on tight, not wanting to let go. Teary eyed, I told you I didn't want to let go, and you said, "I know, me either." Spending time with you in New Orleans and on the boat, was emotional medicine for my at times emotionally weary heart. Although I'm often stubborn at accepting such, I know if I ever need you to be...you'll be there to offer love and emotional support, and you have been there doing just that when I least expect it, but needed it the most. You helped save my life contacting me via email April 2009, after hearing from an unknown mutual friend privately...what had happened to me. I was beaten down emotionally and physically, very weary after 2 years of enduring multiple abuses...isolated and alone, out of the blue I opened my email and read your words of comfort & support...you gave me strength at a moment I desperately needed it. I know it's not necessary to say, but thank you for being there that April night in 2009, and knowing without my saying so I needed your emotional support. I genuinely love you as my brother Kevin, and I always will.
Continuing from below: After you motioned to me where Dillon was, I walked over to you and you said to me, "I heard it was awesome for Dillon backstage"...and then we just hugged each other tight, both celebrating our happiness for Dillon, and both of us drenched as the rains continued to fall. It was at that very special moment in Birmingham when we hugged in the rain so very happy for Dillon, that I realized how much you had come to mean to me over the two years since we first met online at KRAA. You are family in heart, for life.
You and Ricky (Romeo) are both my little brothers in heart. You know I lost my little brother in February 2008, coincidentally his name was Ricky also. He was the sibling I was always closest to in life. I was by his side when he went code blue, I felt his spirit leave as I watched the flat line on the monitor. For 20 minutes the Dr's & nurses in ICU fought desperately to bring him back, but I knew his spirit left, he wasn't coming back. His heart did begin beating again, but he was gone, only the machines they hooked him to were alive, not him. It ripped my heart out to let him go, as his POA the Dr's needed my legal permission to pull him off life support, it was what he trusted me to do, and I did what he asked...I let him go. In some odd way, it has helped me to heal from his loss knowing that though I lost my biological brother...I still have brothers in heart...such as you and Ricky (Romeo). Family isn't always about blood, blood only makes someone your relative...it's the bond you develop with someone that makes them family.
Again, I'll continue in another comment, since characters are limited. I apologize for the length, but again...I want to say this while I can. I'm almost finished, hahaha. ;)
connie jo thats beautful!!
pure souls out to make others feel good !11
refreshing, yall rock
I just finished reading both chapters. As always, your writing held my attention. You're one of the few writers who can hold my attention...I don't mean that to sound egotistical, it's simply fact. I have many thoughts overwhelming with reading your 'cruise story' chapters one and two. My thoughts went back several years, to when I first met 'Kevrock' online...the brash young man who was moderator of KRAA, you were only 29 then. I was intrigued by your entertaining online personality and many talents, including your writing and rhyming talents. I read every rhyme you posted, including reading between the lines, the messages within the words, that only those who gave a shit could comprehend. By reading your rhymes I came to know you, and I could see within you a heart of gold, a gentle soul, regardless of the harsh words you sometime wrote and posted.
A year passed, and we had come to respect one another, become friends. I remember in December 2004 celebrating your 30th birthday as if it were yesterday, and I still have the photo of you holding the bottle of Jack I mailed you for your birthday. Another year passed, and in June 2005 we met face to face for the first time in Chattanooga at the group hotel. We had fun attending the Kid Rock show that night in Chatt, but it would be the following night in Birmingham, of which some of my most cherished Kid Rock concert related memories were created. Among those memories...while attending the sold out Kid Rock concert, held at the outdoor venue during tropical storm downpours...I was walking up an isle joyfully drenched, as the tropical rains added to the magic of the night. I was looking for Dillon, but I saw you first, and you motioned to me the area Dillon was sitting...you knew who I was looking for without my even saying so.
I'll continue below, this is important for me to say to you, Kevin...while I'm still able to say it. :)
Oh , hell one more drink want hurt anyways
@Kev ~~~ no Nippy , your a Riot man!
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