• Thursday 01.21.09 Last night we played at O'brien's Pub in Santa Monica. It was dark, but i noticed most people were listening and digging the music. We closed the First Set with Freddie King's Hideaway, one of my favorite songs. As i got off stage i joined Justin who was talking with an interested couple in the back of the room. They were discussing Freddie King, and as i walked up the Gentleman introduced himself (Famous Rock Keyboardist) We talked about music that we liked and he talked about listening to Blues Music in England growing up. After a while I asked "So, are you a guitar player?" Everyone looked shocked and he said, "No, Keyboards...Insert Band Name Here" In my head i'm thinking "Whoops!" So obviously I'm the only person in this group who doesn't listen to this influential rock band. But it's hard for me to care too much, cause even if i knew who he was the conversation wouldn't have changed aside from me asking if he played guitar... I just thought he was this cool English guy who shared my love for Freddie King, but after an awkward silence, I ask... "So.... Did you bring your keys, wanna sit in?" He declined, but I couldn't help but ask.. As it turns out, Justin had just asked him the same thing five minutes before. "Who?" This guy had hundreds of people asking for his Autograph at NAMM the weekend before, and the band at this Irish bar doesn't know who he is. He told me that his band had played their own version of Hideaway, so now i'm trying to find that and hear what they did with this tasty number. The Funniest part of all this is that it's not the first time I've accidentally dissed a famous person..
    Friday 01.30.09 It's already February? What the Hell? I'm still wondering where 2008 went.... Let's see; last year at this time I had just played my first dates with the band Devil Doll. In 2008 I flew to Hawaii 4 times to Record at Get Your Own Band records, and saw everything from Blizzards and Snow Storms to One Legged KKK Pirates. Touring as the Guitarist for Devil Doll I traveled and performed all over the West and Pacific Northwest. Most days on the road are pretty much the same; wake up in a Hotel room at around 11am, then immediately find coffee. Once the van is loaded up and everyone is ready to go we drive to the next city. It usually takes between 3 - 5 hours to get to the next gig, but sometimes it could take up to 11 hours. While driving, topics of conversation range from stories of past lovers to jokes about bodily functions. You wouldn't believe the things you can learn in a tour van. Once you get there you rock the house, grab some food, and usually get to sleep around 5 am. Wake up then do it all again. Most of the gigs are a blur, but some stand out as adventures and/or great performances. Once I fell on stage and knocked over Colleen the singer in Spokane. I guess i was just too in the moment for that guitar solo. Another time, some drunken hot chick head-butted the bassist in the nose and a whole crowd gathered 'round outside the club to investigate and what the hell her problem was (Salt lake City). Most of the stories can't be written about on the internet, but no guns, hookers, or felonies were involved. Well, no hookers at least. All the traveling and playing is well worth it and if you are a musician, there is nothing like weeks and weeks of performing every night to take your playing to the next level. It will be fun to see what kinda trouble the Ryan Bradley Affair will get into for 2009.
    Friday 02.06.09 Why is it so hard to wake up? It feels like I'm coming out of a coma every morning. The other night I dreamed that I had sex with a ghost. She was tall and Dark, either Italian or Spanish or something. A Catherine Zeta Jones type. We were in a hotel room in Vegas, and i knew she was a ghost but i couldn't resist. We had a serious connection. I remember feeling like, "this is it... Im in love with this ghost..." She was so beautiful, but after it was over she showed me her true form. The hot Brunette was actually a demon witch that looked like a cross between the Crypt Keeper and a Bag Lady, except without the Crypt Keeper's awesome sense of humor. (HBO's Tales From the Crypt)...... So after we did the deed (missonary, btw) she turns into this ugly demon and is demanding that i sign this paper..... I have no idea what it says, but i imagine that it says something about her owning my soul forever. I Refuse to sign it and she gets all pissed. It gets all windy in the room and she is screaming, "You will Be Cursed Forever!" I don't remember what happened after that. I must have woken up, but i keep feeling like she is gonna show up at my house unannounced asking why i don't return her calls........ Maybe a song? ..."Last night I fucked a Ghost, it really was the Most. screaming like a banshee, she was more alive than me." Well, maybe not. In other news, I have a whole mess of new songs i'd like to record. I can't get enough Freddie King and Albert Collins....

    Friday 2.20.09 Ok listen; I have been getting alot of emails and complaints about the large amount of Drunken College girls at the RBA shows. I understand that it can get annoying to be listening and grooving to us and have the dance floor look like a Girls Gone Wild Commercial, but It is a compliment to us to have so many people having fun to our music. Please don't let this keep you from attending our shows. We do it for the art and the importance of beautiful music, the spontaneous sorority party that has been happening at our shows is not our fault. We are just happy to have fans. To make matters worse, we have three new songs that make everyone want to dance so the situation is not improving...... In other news, we are planning a two week west coast tour for the spring, and a pacific northwest tour for the fall.