It's · a · Travis-ty!

People have said, Will? That picture isn't really you. And, where in the hell are you? And, are you ever going to play out again? And, why bother any more? And do you have a myspace page?

Yes, I have a myspace page, though, I don't know. I think myspace is over. Not as over as friendster, which I also have a page for. They tell me I should get a facebook page, but it seems like as soon as I catch on with the latest thing, it becomes overrun by internet prostitutes.

I would love to play out, but it's really only wishful thinking that anyone is actually asking that question. And besides, I no longer have my backing band; my backing band being named: bourbon, scotch, tequila, and beer. Without those dear friends I feel naked on the stage. Maybe I should try that, actually. It seemed to work for Morrison.

No, that picture isn't me. I will change it, OK? As soon as I remember how to work this damn thing again.

Where have I been? In a broken-19-econoline-86-down-van, and that's being generous. Living not unlike a man living out of his van. Moving, though slowly, to my new home. I'm in my new home now. Tillsonburg. I'll change that in my profile and maybe provide a map, once I learn how to work this damn thing again.

If they asked me to play Summerfest and offered me A LOT OF CASH I can confidently say I would say NO, even though I am living on cat food right now, and the cat is living on whatever she can catch. No. The reason being, each year at this time (Summerfest) it is like HELL bubbles up out of the ground right here in Milwaukee, and the manifestation of this HELL is in the form of PEOPLE mindlessly making their way to what could be a very nice park if it wasn't one enormous outside toilet by the lake.

My very favorite singer songwriters who recorded in 2006

Johnathan Suggs - “On Flame”
Emily Rosedale – “Heads Up Mycenae!”
Miquel Reynolds – “Did you see my Jesus?”
Lola Hardy – “That Tunisia Vacationland”
Heather Dorsey – “Cobra Prickly Pop”
Madge Egan - “In Cum Bent”
Rodya Boulanger – “Polytonal Trimorph”
Florence Combest - “Contradictio”
Gregg Helton - “Misnomer to Mannequin”
Antoine Kimble – “Maniac Exoskeleton”
Dante Worley – “Wan Cycle Roborant”
Zachariah Abernathy - “It Arranged Itself”
Anita Griffin – “Supper”

I don't much like to deal with politics, but it's a sad day here in Wisconsin where the majority of the good people of this fine state voted against allowing gay marriage. I'm assuming that most of you were confused about the issue, didn't understand the wording on the ballot, or otherwise made a mistake, because I was under the impression that people around here were willing to mind their own business and let others do as they please as long as they weren't hurting anyone else. As far as you busybody nazi pigfuckers who knew exactly what they were voting for, I will do my best to forgive you, and I ask you to forgive my foul language. I do my best to forgive even the worst of you, but I don't forget, I don't forget anything. And now all I ask is that you mind your own business and leave me the fuck alone.

Okay, there never was a record company. They didn't put me up to this. I wasn't "dropped" by the record company, because there never was one. I guess I was thinking that if I said that I was dropped by my record company, another one would come along and pick me up. But why would that happen? Because of someone reading this by chance, attracted to the name recognition? And even if that was the case, wouldn't a ton of red flags, or a legion of red flags-- what's the right term for a lot of flags?-- a world of red flags, no, a parade of red flags-- whatever, all these red flags due to my past well known alcohol, behavioral, drug, relationship, anger, infidelity, etc, etc, etc-- problems? "Problems" is the bottom line. Besides the fact that I can't get the record out of the hands of the producer because I haven't paid him. It's over there in the vault, and I don't happen to be, nor do I know any, safecrackers. Oh, yeah, add that to the list. Money problems. --Will

Okay, since my record company dropped me, there is no reason to keep up this pathetic attempt at reaching out to my audience. Not that I was really attempting, but I guess that can be considered pathetic, right? I'm not lying here. I mean, I'm lying DOWN, sure, but my words speak the truth. Well, as much as words can be anything other than tools of the Devil. Oh, I hear you reader! You're still laughing about what I said about "reaching out to my audience." You're right to laugh. There is no audience. Just a record company's pathetic attempt to create one. And the day that you see Will Travis reaching out to ANYONE, well, it's time to sell the horses and start walking!

You maybe be asking why, Will, why, as well as I am. My record company said I either needed to start a website or one of these, what do they call them? Weblos. I quit boy scouts after one camping trip, and that was long ago. But it's a new world now, supposedly, though you're going to have to convince me that anything is really that different, much less better. Anyway, here it is, take if for what you will, which is a lot of stuff you'd have to be listening to if you had the misfortune of being my significant other.
--Will