Turkey Day Stretch (As In, My Belly)

- Greetings… James here! Nearly fully recovered from overeating, over-pieing, cookie-ing, ice cream & caking, over the turkey day eating binge! Seriously, I was hurtin' for a couple of days… hope you were, too!
- Co-emceed the Harmonica Blowdown at Golden Sails in Long Beach with Bubba Jackson.  (Photos by Billy Folsom.) Bubba's a real pro, a gentleman's gentleman and all-around good guy! Got to see friends I don't see often, managed to get through the festivities with only dropping one F-bomb. Not bad for me!
- My head seems to be on relatively straight, at least for now. Sanity is a rocky road, fraught with obstacles! Like watching TV with a nine-year old retarded kid changing channels every time I start to get interested in something. (My apologies to the mentally challenged… I meant no harm. That doesn't really matter, though, does it? If something a person says causes harm, misery, worry, bad speculation, or anything that can be construed as negative, it doesn't really matter what the person saying it meant, does it? Oh well, enough of that! I'm NOT sorry!)
- Thanksgiving at the Gias was incredibly wonderful! Belly ache and all! Played bocce ball, or should I say, Extreme Bocce Ball! Brother in law Doug and I will be exacting revenge, bocce style, at Christmas! The wife, as always, is a blessing. My new family is more than I could have asked for. My immediate family is a stellar, sturdy lot that still seems to tolerate me after all these years. I love them all!
- Lot going on creatively… Had my eye on making a movie. That seems to have switched to doing a reality show! The question is what to put in, what to leave out? My mind's a twisted vortex over this one. It'll unravel and work out for the best!
- Tomorrow night at Harvelle's will feature my wife Jenny opening the show, myself and the Blues Express, and special guest, Big Manny. You really should go. I mean, think about it: What else is there to do? Where else should you be? All right -- I give up… Please come to the show! It's always a lot of fun, and besides, you're helping out a worthy cause (not Bill Cosby!)… Any donations given at the door go to our friend Kid Ramos, who is battling cancer. Stop in, listen to a tune, have a beverage, alcoholic or otherwise. I'll even say hello!
- Talk to you soon, Your Pal, James

Blogging along.....

Hello people!
I guess I'm a goon's blog again, almost forgot I started this thing.......Oops.
Europe was incredible! We played in the Netherlands, France, Germany, and Switzerland. Great crowds, good food, friendly people! We're going back soon. I'll keep you posted.
Now I'm getting ready for my next project...W.B.J. Record! It's gonna be fun!
Weds. I'll be back at Harvelle's in Long Beach, with my better half, Jenny Page opening the show, Sat. Night we'll be in Taft at the Oasis, Sun. In Bakersfeild. See www.whiteboyjames.com for all the info.
I'm kinda tired.

Hangin' Tough......

Hello people! I hope all is cool as can be with all of you. I'm hangin' in there, chippin' away at the big block of life....... A couple of little pieces  at a time.
My band goes to Europe in October!  See www.whiteboyjames.com for details. 
I'll blog more in a few moments.
Talk at you soon!
I'll blog more in a 

Another night of racing thoughts.......Good ones!

Good morning to you. I hope you are happy, safe, and loved.......Well, most of you.
It's been a busy week for my family, and the Blues Express! S.D. Was incredible, as were parts in between. ( Don't think that way )
Tonight W.B.J. & T.B.E. will be doing our thing at a great little place in Pico Rivera called Gardens.
After that, I shall retreat to my lair, lie down next to my bowl, and lick my wounds.
Life is an incredible journey............Talk to you soon!

Good evening.

Hello! 
This is my  very first post on my very own blog. Transplanted from my wife's blabblog...

it's time for another message from my husband, james, aka whiteboy james

aka the long beach pulverizer, aka mayor of misery, aka your daddy (ask your momma)... greetings, blogophiles! i would like to first of all thank my wife jenny for allowing me to plug my solo blog project: www.jamesapage.blogspot.com ...  hopefully i can steal at least half of her readers over to my blog. i'll give them back when i'm done. is anybody still there? ok, good. my blog will most likely not be as legibly written as jenny's unless i have her type for me. she's a better speller than i am, & just a darned good american. i would like to apologize to all of you who i may offend with my blog, including but not limited to rockers, mods, skas, bluesmen that wear stupid little hats, hair bands, goths, hillbillies, rednecks, emos, hipsters, scenesters, rockabillies, all other billies, and especially you, yes, you reading this right now. you oughta be ashamed of yourself. put some clothes on. what are you doing in your underwear in the middle of the night looking at a computer?? why are you on my wife's blog with no clothes on?? what are you, a creep?? do you know that's illegal in five other countries? countries with real punishments, real prisons, real bad guys... and no cops to come and save you. they'd probably find the kiddy porn on your computer, & you'd be hauled away... well, good riddance, i say.
well, now that that fella's gone to put on his boxer shorts, do the rest of you think you're innocent? are you laughing at that guy? would you laugh if he was there in front of you? would you laugh if i was there? not just cause i'm funny... anyways, i digress. let's get back to the subject at hand. who do you think is the best-looking movie star that ever lived? here are your choices:
1. mel blanc
2. charlton heston
3. peter lorre
4. charles laughton
i guess it's safe to say that charlton heston's the best-looking man who ever lived -- not that the other choices weren't good-looking men. they were all quite attractive in an interesting sort of genetic-piece-of-garbage way. i think they all had hyperthyroid, or whatever you call it, where the eyes bug out. you know, like marty feldman. woody allen also had that condition, but he wore big glasses so you could never really see his eyes... ah ha! i heard that! you scoff: "woody allen married his stepdaughter!" oh, like you're perfect! stop judging people!
anyways, my blog. it'll probably be a bunch of disjointed ridiculous dribble, kind of like what you're reading now, if you're still there. hello? are you still there? the following people are forbidden from reading my blog:
1. adolph hitler
2. idi amin
3. the pope, whoever it may be right now
4. john madden
5. anyone related to john wayne
6. right-wing nuts
7. left-wing screwballs
8. middle of the road bozos who can't pick a side
9. that dude who went to put on his boxer shorts. he oughta be ashamed. don't laugh: you're not perfect, either.
i must go. what do you think i do, blog all night? i am going to google myself and see how many times my picture comes up, read about myself, watch videos of myself... with my clothes on, thank you. and i'll also make out with my wife, something you'll never get to do. anyways, i hope that didn't bum you out, have a good end of july, a fine august, see you in september... or sooner, if you go to my new blog. or catch me at www.whiteboyjames.com for a list of my upcoming shows. feel free to come see my band, the blues express, & my wife jenny, who also is backed by the blues express. all are welcome except the people on the prohibited list, & that bozo who was naked earlier. love your mother, if she's still alive, eat a lot of ice cream, smoke menthol cigarettes, & you'll grow up to be like me. i love all of you. but not as much as i love my wife. good day.