Stephen is still his nutty self. Warren is still the torture master. Robbie still needs Ritalin. Carlos, that pacifist gunslinger, is settling into his new role with ease.
And me? I’m just the Blotz; dubious backbone of the greatest underachievers in rock and roll…and I love my life because of it.
The new album is rock solid; some of the best stuff we’ve ever done. This summer, we hope to tag up with my flying fish buddy, Matthias Jabs and the Scorpions. Sounds like a lot of fun.
Here’s to a 51-city run! One city for each of my illustrious years on this floating rock!
Wow. That’s sobering. I’m 51. If you figure that I can avoid the big pitfalls of cancer, ticker-issues, or an out of control driver on the 405, I might have another 30 years to go! It’s not a lot of time; especially when you consider I’m well over half finished with this particular journey! And, the time is going by faster. It seems like yesterday that my Mum left us, and it’s been almost two years.
Before my ashes are dropped in the deep blues of Havasu, I might have a few more things to get done. Rest assured, I’ll get them done colorfully! Then, in a handful of years, we’ll see where RATT and I have gone, and I’ll write it all down again.
Just for you. The loyal “give-a-shit” crowd!
According to the Chinese calendar, things born of the Year of the Rat are noted for their charm and attraction for the opposite sex. They work hard to achieve their goals, acquire possessions, and are likely to be perfectionists. Rat people are easily angered; their ambitions are big, and they are usually very successful.
Sounds good to me, bro!
If all goes well, we'll sit down in 2020 for a sequel to this book. We'll call it "THE YEARS OF THE RATT: PLUNDERING THE HIGH SEAS IN THE NAME OF RATT 'N' ROLL". My brothers, Stephen, Warren, Robbie, Carlos, and, yes even Juan, John and Jizzy will have taken their roles and split the booty of our conquests. All this under the watchful spirit of the Pi-RATT King, standing in all his Viking-like glory, and shredding his King V through whatever existence is next!
And, to you, our loyal give-a-shit crowd, I make the following promise. RATT N Roll will continue until music dies, and the Blotz's ashes are floating in my five favorite coves of Lake Havasu. Until that time, we will continue to raid and plunder and pillage your cities!
After all, a Pi-RATT can only do what a Pi-RATT does.
Peace Out!
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