To All The Losers Out There: Find Love
It's been a busy week, suffering in
Australia, a continent of surfing idiots. Soon I'll be in Canada, which is clean and has heard of me.
This week, I want to give you all a bit of advice. The odds are good that there are a lot of losers reading this blog. Now don't go taking what I said out of context. I'm not saying
you're a loser, but let's face it, not every one of my readers is a successful, happy and important person. I like to think that I am -- now -- but I wasn't until recently. You see,
I wasn't really happy until I found love.

For years now, I've had screaming fans, best-selling albums, tons of statues and critics eating out of the palm of my hand. I had everything, but none of it really mattered.
I still felt like a loser. Like something in my life was missing. Now that I've found Jess, I feel complete.
Whole. I feel like I'm winning for the first time in my life.
Actually, all those things I mentioned in the first sentence (screaming fans, the Grammy awards, etc.) mattered to me a great deal, and still do. My music is such an important part of me, and being able to spread the blues and make a substantial living doing so has always made me feel like a total winner.
So, Jessica doesn't
complete me, per se. She's a welcome addition to the avalanche of success that is my life. I love her, and she makes me very happy, as does my fame, fans, and music career. Therefore, I guess my advice to all the losers out there is this: nothing compliments fame and fortune better than someone to love. Groupies will only get you so far.