This is a joke that my friend Jeff Berkely told me the other night. If you don't get it then it's prolly cuz you're not a baseball fan. I told it too many times to my pal Westy the other day and I think he wanted to punch me in the stomach after he heard it for the 15th time. The first time he heard it he laughed really hard though.
OK. Are you ready?

Cick here to hear joke!

Carry on with your bad selves,
Steven JJ
P.S. See you at The Casbah on Friday June 29th.
The same day as the new IPhone comes out.
That means it's almost tomorrow.
In Australia it is tomorrow.
What happens?

My friend Mrs. Pertussin suggested I have you guys come up with a caption for this fine photo. Why? Because when she suggests something it's usually a good idea. Except for the time she thought it would be a good idea for me to run across Petco Park naked at The Padres game so her husband Bill could watch from his TV set in Virginia. That wasn't a good idea. No sirree bobby joe jim bob dale junior.

Don't forget to come to The Casbah in San Diego this Friday night. I am giving away money from the stage and hand guns. Free bottles of whiskey to first 300 people through the door too. Naked dancers in cages will be swinging to and fro while I slowly strum my pain with my fingers.
Oh yeah- we are also hosting the Democratic Presidential debates so come on out and meet the candidates. Bono will be there too serving fish tacos before I play my second song.

Here is the caption that I suggest: All I need is this Padre cap and a hunting rifle and I'll be just fine. (I know you can do better than that)
cheerio,
Steve

Listen Here!

If it’s a dream then it’s not what it seems
Depends on your point of view it’s always the same
You could be floating
On a puffy white cloud
With daisies below you blowing
Lost in the wind
With laughter curling softly
Out of your grin
Aaaaah aahhhha ha

You can be wild Or be a machine
You can be lost in space
Or be a green bean
In a beautiful field
By a beautiful stream
You can be a baseball star on a beautiful team
With laughter curling softly
Out of your grin
Aaaaah aahhhha ha

you can be hard with license plate eyes
Coughing and sputtering out heavy sighs
Or you can roll fast like a shopping cart
Open your eyes and find the key to your heart
With laughter curling softly
Out of your grin
Aaaaah aahhhha ha

If it’s a dream then it’s not what it seems
Depends on your point of view it’s always the same
You could be floating
On a puffy white cloud
With daisies below you blowing
Lost in the wind

LISTEN HERE!

Please believe me when I say
It’s a crazy crazy world out there
And I’ve got to get away
But There are dangers waiting
Behind every curve
Wild things are baiting me
just hoping that I’ll swerve

they say one for me and five for them
I’m just trying to survive and find a friend
People stare and animals just laugh
It’s the solitary life of the lonely giraffe

Hey mom I know sometimes I’ll get lost
But I’ve got mountains to walk along
And rivers to cross
I’ve got leaves to eat and
pretty girls to date
I try to love the whole wide world
But some are out to hate

they say one for me and five for them
the view up here’s so high it’s hard to find a friend
People stare and animals just laugh
It’s the solitary life of the lonely giraffe

It can be cold some of the nights
I could be wrong
And you could be right
I’ll say my prayers and if it’s ok
I’ll use what you taught me
To guide my way

Hey dad you know
I’ll be gone for a while
But there’s hyenas chasing me
And lions by the mile
There are hunters with guns
Trying to get me in their sites
I miss you guys so much
I’ll be home one of these nights

they say one for me and five for them
I’m just trying to survive and find a friend
People stare and animals just laugh
It’s the solitary life of the lonely giraffe
of the lonely giraffe

I am no longer rooting for The Padres. Why should I? Why do I care? It just breaks my heart. I don't even like them anymore and that's fine with me. I play music for a living. I don't need to be wasting my time rooting for some professional team when I have enough to worry about. I have a new restaurant slash bar. R/B. I have shows to play. Sock drawers to rearrange and planes to catch. I have to make the world safe. I need to work on peace and quiet for all on this wild planet. Why should I care about a dumb game that's made for kids.? I have adult things to do, like go to the dentist and do my taxes. Write songs and sing them. Like I need The Padres to define me. The stupid Red Sox came in to San Diego and took two out of three. Big deal. I really don't care anymore and that's all I'm going to say aboutit. Cheese and rice! I am a musician for chrissakes. Not some dumb ass sports fan. Thank God i finally figured it out.
I am going out to buy a gun and I'm shooting a hole through my tv set when ESPN Baseball Tonight comes on tonight. You may see me on the evening news.
Good riddance,
Steve

What's wrong with me? So much traveling made me sleepy. Here I am in a barn in Michigan. This started out as a living room show a year ago and has now turned into a barn show. That's how big it has become. People camped out like it was some sort of bohemian music fest. These living room/house concerts are really becoming interesting.
Things are good these days. I am a partner in a new retsaurant/bar in San Diego.
Starlite is the name of the place and it is beautiful.
3175 India Street in San Diego Californ eye Ayyyyy.
We serve food late. Until 12:30 in de morning.
www.starlitesandiego.com
amazing drinks.
21 and up.

Come to the songwriting workshop/hiking trip july 24 to29.
yosemite. ansel adams back country.
it's filling up!
only 6 spaces left.
Tim Bluhm (mother hips) and myself are the hosts.
come camp with us please.

Pads lost game one to the red sox.
westy 1 poio nada.
cheers,
steve