Huey Luey's Private Diaries Entry 2

 

 



September 12, 1972

Dear Diary,

Somehow, I've ended up in Madrid. Gabe has really come alive. I don't know anymore if I'm playing him or if he's playing me. We've become masters of the blues. Being filled with such inspiration is not without its perks and hinderances. Last night we were besieged by blues-obsessed teenage girls. You know how it goes. I get going on the old mouth harp, Gabe is just on fire. So much so I almost have to pull my lips away to avoid being burned. The girls are screaming and crying and fainting and begging me to kiss them with my  hot harmonica lips.
I've been sleeping under a bridge with a troll named Grumpus. I thought he would get along with my harmonica and with my friends, but he charges a toll for every girl I bring home. And there are a bunch, let me tell you. While Gabe has kept eating the food I forage for I retaliate with making him watch while I make sweet, painful love to scores of women using my notoriously ample member. I leave them satisfied, and permanently scarred.
Someday I'll find my righful place at the top of the harmonica charts, but right now I'll get as much of this Spanish pussy as possible. I'm moving on soon. I'll busk for money with my harmonica like I've been doing on the road, unless I can score enough gigs to get back to the states, where the heart of rock n' roll still beats the loudest. Hey, there's something there. Regardless, I need to get out of this god-forsaken continent and get back home. I'll be home soon, Di. Until we speak again.

- Huey*


*Excerpted from diary believed to be that of Huey Luey. According to official Huey band history it was in 1972 that Huey Luey returned from hitchhiking through Europe accompanied by his harmonica.

Huey Luey's Private Diaries Entry One

August 23, 1972

Dear Diary,

I have been in Europe for two and a half weeks, traveling the continent with only a harmonica for company. The harmonica's name is Gabe and he eats most of the berries I gather in the park between street corner gigs. I know someday I will find an audience for my out of this world take on Rock N' Roll and its impact on the world at large (but especially on several U.S. Cities) where I feel the heart of Rock N' Roll beats the loudest. Hey, you know that's not bad. Anyway, I wanted to start keeping this diary for two reasons. 1. I want to chronicle what will surely be a meteoric rise to superstardom, and 2. Frankly, I'm a little suspicious of Gabe and I want to go on record just in case anything happens. I don't know how I got to Europe, although I am making the best of it, but I suspect that harmonious little bastard is behind the whole scheme. I dreamed as a boy of being the greatest mouth-harp player in the world, but sometimes I think he's playing me. I hope to return stateside as soon as possible with or without him. Regardless, diary, you must pay attention and avenge me in the not only likely, but indeed imminent event of my death. I'm starting to think that perhaps this wandering rogue routine isn't for me. Perhaps a smart and jacket and a slim tie would suit me better. I don't know, diary. Just keep your eyes peeled and trust no one. Talk to you tomorrow Di.

Huey*

*Excerpted from diary believed to be that of Huey Luey. According to official Huey band history it was in 1972 that Huey Luey returned from hitchhiking through Europe accompanied by his harmonica.

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