Dear Mike Doughty,
I’m sorry. You probably noticed that the vibe was off at the Bryant Lake Bowl tonight. It’s because I was not there and you were missing my patented Make Sweet Sweet Love to Me Vibe™.
Sorry Mike, I didn’t mean to bail on you at the last minute. But, well, I’ve been sick since about Saturday. It’s been a weird kind of sickness filled with intense stomach pain and, inexplicably, headaches. Mike I don’t get headaches, maybe one every three or four months — never everyday.
Here’s the thing though Mike, things have not been good. There has been some real, serious drama in the sister club. I am not going to talk about the specifics. They are heartbreaking and involve many people I love making poor decisions. I am sure you understand that some things are not meant to be talked about outside of the family, much less to the entire Internet.
What I can tell you? I can tell you that being stuck in the middle of warring factions is hell. Sheer hell.
So Mr. Delicious Doughty instead of asking you intrusive questions and listening to songs from the forthcoming Golden Delicious (and I just have to add that I am so looking forward to that records), I called my sister.
It sucked. She’s still reeling from the events that will not be discussed and trying to put the pieces back together. I mostly just cried with her and listened and then cried a little more. It was, oh wait, I’ll check, yeah, nearly 3 hours of talking on the phone. Time I could have spent with you and your rock and your roll.
But, I think I made the right decision. I’ll let you know in the morning when my eyes aren’t so puffy and I stop feeling like I got hit by a bus.
See you next time!