When I created the final draft of my diary for Angus I wasn’t sure how to introduce myself to him properly, so I decided the opening page should be the entry titled Seizure Victim.
I figured he get an idea right away my true level of assholery.
So there it was. Page one.
Angus? Meet Fran.
I had no idea what he would think after reading it, all I could do was hope it made him curious for more and not scare him into calling the authorities.
The rest is history, of course, and no, he didn’t file any restraining orders against me so I think it’s safe to say I didn’t frighten him too badly.
I’m going to share it now with you all here. In full. Please let me know if you like it! I’m a little freaked out exposing myself but I guess I better get used to it!
A sweat soaked, dripping, spent, used up piece of trembling mush. That’s rock n roll baby!
J fell asleep on me in his recliner so I took the opportunity to grab me a lil Angus. I decided I needed smthn special, so I chose Flick.
I’m thinking I could just sit there and relax and jam quietly in my recliner?
Haha! What kinda dumbass decision was that?
Cmon!!! ITS FLICK OF THE SWITCH!
Really? Just gonna “sit” and listen? Peacefully? Hell No!
I should have known even before I pressed play it was gonna be bad.
Starting with Rising Power. I hit repeat before it was even barely over! 2 runs of Rising Power back to back. That was just the warm up? Uh oh..
… Ah man, This House IS on Fire…
here we go !!
It’s headed toward the middle of the night! It’s bedtime! What am I doing?
There’s No Stoppin Now. I’m really starting to get loose!
Flick kicks on and ok I really do know better than this, but it’s like the kid with their hand in the cookie jar.. I just can’t help it. I WANT IT!!
I peek over to see if I’m waking Jim up as I’m headed fast towards angusland……. I don’t wanna get caught……. but holy crap! Its coming! It’s coming!
As Angus started shredding thru his solo on Flick I was still sitting and going at it, but now I’m flinging my body violently to the edge of my seat… I need room! I’m firin it up, just slammin away, feelin good n groovy! Oh yes it feeeeels so right!!
I glance at the clock, it’s 1150p.m?? Oh well!
I’m starting to get super crazy fired up now, it’s middle of night and my switch has been TURNED THE FUCK ON! ! !
daaaah daaaah da-da-da-da. (Sweet baby please help me)
Cause it’s a nervous shake down
daaah daaah da-da-da-da.
Ahhh the sound of that just reduces me to quivering ecstasy.
I’m pulverizing myself.
And? As if by now I haven’t had enough?
Landslide….shhiiiitttt! Here we gooooo!
Gettin extremely breaking-out-in-a-sweat-while-sitting hot!
Ahhh man, my heart is just thumping so hard I hope it doesn’t seize up on me.
Then GUNS… oh man… I now realize I’m about to be cooked… I can feel myself starting to go..
… by the time I got to Badlands I’m still in my chair but I AM JUST WAILING so hard I musta looked like a seizure victim, literally, my arms, shoulders, thighs, knees, feet are all involved.. goin this way and that.. shaking.. my body completely under Phil’s control, my head flingin, and my stomach slammin.
Wow! wow! wow! Ahhh man my heart is racing, my lungs are panting. Thank god you get a 2 second pause between each track! Relentless bastards!
Now BRAINSHAKE… Oh please please help me… I can’t take this sittin down crap anymore so I got up on my feet and headed frantically to the kitchen to finish kicking my ass properly. I’m in there doing my thing…. the Angus two-step with a touch of Phil. You know when you do that infamous Angus swing– head up on the right knee, head down on the left—it really is hypnotic, your breath kinda exhales out with each down swing and on the up you feel the swing from Phil. It’s almost as if it’s a pull, he PULLLLS you up.. omg it’s absolute delirium.
And no matter how many times I hear this stuff over and over it’s almost as if I was hearing it for the first time, like love at first sight. Takes my breath away!
And this time? Yowsa. Unexpected! It was a pretty severe assault!
Good thing I was hiding cuz Jim woulda sensed my shadows across his face.
Arms hips legs and thighs all goin this way and that, fickering flashes of movement over his closed eyes. Just with the wind velocity alone that I was creating with my body was risky. He definitely would have sensed that and woken up and I know he’da been pissed off if he woulda seen what time it was and what I was doin.
So it’s easy to see how one can end up tryin to shake the house down.
ITS FLICK A THE FRIGGIN SWITCH!!!
On big ass vibrating headphones no less!
Nothing like workin yourself into a sopping sweating frenzy while secretly hiding alone in the kitchen at midnight.
Who the hell needs a bedtime story when all you really need is a good ass kicking??
It does a body good.