The Guilt of Dr. Teeth

Going over the exact nature of my wrongs and how I have hurt others is a sobering experience.  It was one thing to write it down, but to have to say those sins to another person was brutal.

I have said some awful things to people ranging from wishing they were dead, to making fun of their dead parents, to calling them whore's to telling them their children hate them.  All of this in some attempt to remain dominant and not show the true pain and hurt I was suffering.

I have made people hate me because I was not able to convey my pain.  I have hurt others as a way to deal with my pain.  If I hurt you more than I will hurt less. But that wasn't true.  The more I hurt you the more I actually hurt.


Sure saying something shocking and hurtful brought me seconds worth of relief, but that relief was so short lived I immediately was left feeling much worse.

I attack because I feel worthless.  I hurt others because I am hurt.

I've held resentments for over 20 years.  My pattern started long before I started using, and got worse after I stopped because I now have to deal with my honest pain without medicating it. 



Its sad to realize that drugs didn't create this self destructive pattern, but that it was always a part of me.  But that doesn't mean I can't change it.  Becoming aware of it and owning up to it is the first step in making that change.

I have a chance to not verbally attack others.  Even if I feel compelled too, I can show restraint, if not only to show I am better than them.  But mainly to show that I can change.

I am sorry to those I have attacked with my words.  I am sorry that I have used the internet and my blog as a weapon against women who have hurt me.

My pain is real.  Please understand that.

Dr. Teeth reviews Sour Grapes in Concert

Sour Grapes played a solo acoustic set on June 28th 2012 at Starbucks.

I was asked by a personal friend to check out the Sour Grapes show the other night.  He had been playing in the Chicagoland area for the better part of 18 years.  He used to be in a Grateful Dead cover band called Mother Slims Uptown Saturday Night Stockyard Band with two twin cokeheads but they disbanded over royalty arguments.

So after a binge or two in Los Angeles, Sour Grapes was back in town and playing small gigs locally more as therapy and less as artistic.

It was hotter than Ginger Lynn's ass in that Starbucks but I was there to listen contently and I did. 

Sour Grapes opened his set with a rousing rendition of KC Moan, a Traditional song made popular by Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead.  Sour Grapes did a fine job of getting that hoarse, road weary sound to his voice during the song.

He then went on to cover Ripple, one of the Grateful Dead's most famous songs from the American Beauty Album.  He did a nice "jerry" imitation, with hints of an original voice in there at times.

Then Sour stumbled a bit on the song Good Night Irene, another traditional song first sung by  Huddie 'Lead Belly' Ledbetter.  Sour started to forget the chord progression and I'm pretty certain he made up an entire verse of lyrics when he forgot them.  It was in true Jerry Garcia fashion.  At least Sour made up new lyrics rather than mumble his way through the forgotten words.

Sour became aggrivated during this fumble when he went to a D chords rather than a C chord.  He cried out, "God Damnit!!" then quickly apologized and finished the song. It was still good but had its faults.


Then while the crowd was chatting, Sour dug into It Must Have Been the Roses by the Grateful Dead.  This was the first time Sour had played this live in almost 16 years.  The chords were spot on and so were the lyrics, but he was holding back . He shortened the song but kept it sweet.

He then dove into an amazing version of Bob Dylan's, When I Paint My Masterpiece.  He was back commanding the microphone and allowed the song to gain momentum all the up to the point where he cries out, "it sure has been a long hard ride."  You could feel the emotion all over this song.

Sour follwed up his Dylan two-fer with guest star Joel on the song She Belongs To Me.  He sang it beautifully, this time not making it so obvious that two different voices take verses in this song.  I've heard Sour play this before and he sometimes goes into two different voices to sing this song.  But this time he managed to keep it to one.

Sour ended the show with a short story about the legend that is Daniel Johnston and what an amazing lyricist he is.  Sour sang an extended version of the song True Love Will Find You In The End.

Let's hope it does. Sour was a bit rusty but overall gave a great performance during such hot weather and after such a long time away from the microphone.

Dr. Teeth Goes Solo

There was a chance to play last night but I couldn't rouse the rest of the band. Seems they are playing Sweden with a new keyboardist...

Fucking Elton John!!

So I decided to pull out my guitar and dust off those rusty strings and play a solo set.  On a 105 degree day I clearly wasn't thinking clearly. Clearly!!!!

I plugged in my guitar to find it was getting no sound.  What a start.  So I decided to put a microphone up to the sound hole while I sang into another microphone.


There were about ten people there, none were musicians, so three songs turned into an hour long set. 

Kc Moan
Ripple
Masterpiece
She Belongs to Me
Must Have Been the Roses
True Love Will Find You In the End
Goodnight Irene

There may have been one or two more but I don't fucking remember. 

Dr. Teeth Loves the Australian Adult Dating Scene

This is a website I invested a few bucks in.  Its dedicated to finding older, white trash Australian broads to fuck!!!  I've been down under if ya know what I mean and some of these older women could carry a baby kangaroo in their loose FUPA's. 

What do I care.  We had a one month gig in Aussieland and I needed to get laid. Since Fonzi couldn't bring his fucking motorcycle on the plane he left me alone to fend for myself. I've heard of security blankets, but a fucking security motorcycle????  I told that Jew posing as an Italian to eat my furry, super glued Muppet ass.  We've never spoken again.

So I called GrannyShazzas and they hooked me up with this beaut....


I'm pretty sure she was half Dingo/ half  woman.  But she could do this trick with her anal muscles that made me crazy.  She was also very willing to let me put a bag on her head.

Then I ran into these two fucking monsters in the airport terminal before boarding my Quantas flight.

They were named Ugly and Fugly!!  They were sisters and of course they loved the Muppet Show. If I had ever wished I had never been a fucking Muppet it was then.  But of course the one needed $20 for braces and the other needed $30 for a facemask so I decided to give these two a whirl.  What I found out was that neither of them had a Vag. They were both born with two assholes.  It was a first for me indeed.  (actually when I smelled their breath I suspected they were born with three assholes each).

Well I looked around and realized that the best piece of ass in Australia would either be a Kangaroo or Crocodile Dundee himself.  And fuck that Aussie scumbag.

So I invested in GrannyShazzas to make the rest of the continent suffer.

These are my investment partners.  DNA tests have been inconclusive......

The Fucking Muppet

Ok so Dr. Teeth has some anger and resentment toward Miss Piggy. But as of right now he/I will not longer be writing about her.  She wants to fuck a skinny green frog then fuck that fat pig!  I don't care.

During my tenure in the Dr. Teeth band I got so much Muppet pussy I'm still recovering.  And I didn't only fuck Muppets, I also fucked porn stars like Ginger Lynn, Seka and FONZI.  I fucked the  cast of Cats once while on six hits of LSD.



Why do I need to obsess over one person. I don't!!!  I got memories and a new album to work on.   So here is a recipe for Pot Brownies.  Enjoy them, and go fuck yourself.....

Recipe #1: Grandma’s Classic Brownies

Sometimes, there’s nothing better than the good old-fashioned brownies that grandma used to make. Follow the easy-to-follow recipe below to make yourself a batch in no time!

Ingredients
4 (1 ounce) squares unsweetened chocolate
3/4 cup pot butter
2 cups white sugar
3 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup all-purpose fl our
1 cup chopped walnuts

Directions
• Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
• Microwave chocolate and pot butter in large bowl on
high for 2 minutes or until butter is melted.
• Stir until chocolate is melted. Stir in sugar. Mix in eggs
and vanilla. Stir in flour and nuts.
• Spread in greased 13 x 9 inch pan.
• Bake for 35 minutes.



I even fucked the Beef lady. When she asked me "where's the beef", I told her, "Its up your fucking 90 year old asshole!"

She died a few seconds later.

Dr. Teeth and The Sleep Eating Disorder

I've had this problem for years.  I get up in the middle of the night and I feast on food.  Usually I don't remember doing it, or I have some small recollection of the action, but all I know is that I can stuff 8 donuts in my mouth without waking up. 

I have woken up in the morning with my bed full of crumbs.  Once I woke up with a mouth full of chewed yet unswallowerd Oreo's.

I used to think this problem was the Munchies since I smoked so much pot, but since I quit several years ago the problem has not abated.

The downside of doing this is the mess, the unknowing, and today its the horrible stomach ache.





So I am not sure what to do about this issue.  Maybe eat more during the day. Maybe lock up my food.

Whatever it is  I would like it to stop.

Dr. Teeth can't afford to feel like he does at this moment of writing.

Stolen Photos

Ok so I do search the internet and "borrow" photo's from elsewhere. What pisses me off is that they post for awhile then after a few hours or day they disappear. I don't like a messy blog. I want my photo's to show. I don't want a bunch of empty white boxes with a red X in the corner.  Maybe I gotta start supplying original photo's. Like my Lexi Schafer photos.  I'm sure someone else will steal those though.