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Entry date: 12-18-2023 – Bob’s Yer Uncle – Letters to My Friends

Dear Friends,


My affinity for Happy Mondays starts back in the summer of 1990. Black Dot, Zack, and I went to see the Pixies in Hollywood and Happy Mondays opened up. I can’t remember if I already knew them or not. I am thinking that I didn’t and a few months later I bought the CD of Pills ‘n’ Thrills, and Bellyaches. Then I wore that sucker out.


Every Monday I think of them. I love Mondays, as I think I have mentioned, because you are starting something. Boy, do I love to start some things. I am a great starter and not such a great finisher, but that is going to change.


Either way, though, my love for Happy Mondays is pure. It makes my heart feel good to think of them.  I was really fortunate to see them twice in California. The second time was in 1991 and it was at the Warfield in San Francisco. Bongwater opened that show. It was the only time I got to see Bongwater and I missed a good portion of the set due to being an idiot. I don’t think I have been late to see a big show since, though.


“Bob’s Yer Uncle” is kind of a sleepy track on Pills ‘n’ Thrills and Bellyaches. I used to put it on mixed tapes back in the day because I liked the name better than the song. Again, I was an idiot.


Except for liking this band. That’s not an idiot’s parade. Happy Mondays are one of the coolest bands ever. They just had a flow to them that makes their music perfect for almost any gathering. You cannot keep your head from bobbing a little bit when they are on the stereo.





It was a lovely weekend.

I got dog shit on my shoe near the end

But that wasn’t enough to spoil it.


Weekends are two short.

Get it? Two?


Be the water, not the rock, they say.

Accept the things you cannot change.



Go with the flow.

Don’t you know?


It makes you forget you’re the man.

You’re twisting my melon, man.

You know you talk so good, you’re twisting my melon man.


Bump – ba – boo ba ba.


I can’t get away from the band right now.

I can’t get them out of my head.

They sound so good.

They are twistin’ my melon.




It was a really good weekend, though. I also did some thinking and boy did I completely throw a monkey wrench into what I thought was going to be the story arc of The Bet. The thing just keeps taking off in my brain.




See you tomorrow.

Cass and Zack. Look at that smile on Cassie's face. She loved Zack. We all loved her. This was in my apartment and could have even been right before Zack and I flew out to meet Dot. For some reason I think Cass might have been there and rode to the airport with us. Alexa drove us and I had forgotten my ticket at home, too, which caused us to turn around and have to run back. Stony McStonerton.

That place was my sanctuary and my prison.

At the time, I needed to be by myself. I needed to get some things out of my system and living alone helped me work through and face some demons. There is something to be said about realizing you are one step away from a serious drug habit when you are alone and there is no chance you are going to pick up the phone and call someone to stop you from freaking the fuck out.

One night, I saw bugs crawling around under my skin.

Before I could cut them out, though, I remembered that I hadn't slept for a while and probably should try to chill out. I took a long, hot shower then I played some nerf basketball. I never touched meth again.

Well, not on purpose.

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