Zzzzzz...

I'm becoming a little concerned about Likki Stixx lately. Similar to my concern for Johnny Emaxx expressed yesterday, I see hints of distressing changes in his behaviour and demeanor. I know he's got a high-profile, high-stress, living the high-life life. But one needs to find a balance somehow. A way to enjoy all that life has to offer without reducing, markedly, the number of years one has to do said enjoying. In my effort to raise this concern about Likki's well-being, I have two words to share with you - narcolepsy and somnambulism.

No, I didn't just suggest that Likki is sneaking into morgues and having sexual relations with the recently deceased. That would be necrophilia (I know a big word that starts with an N), but I'm speaking of something quite different. Although, I do remember a time when Likki did bang some 16 year-old groupie in the prep room of her father's funeral home, but that's a completely different story. No, I just get worried when I show up for a gig an see Likki fall asleep, dropping face first onto a desk, while writing out the nights set list. And not waking up when his head hits the desk. That just can't be healthy.

Similarly, I know you probably think I meant Likki is a somnophile (you're fixation on odd sexual proclivities is somewhat worrisome, yet somehow provocative). But while I have little doubt that Likki finds waking a pretty young thing from her sleep with erotic caressing a nice prelude to a good ugly-bumping session (and who wouldn't?), again my concern lies elsewhere. Having shared a bed with him recently (for sleeping purposes only, of course, ya gotta cut costs on the road, ya know), being witness to his erratic sleepwalking, sleep-talking and sleep-microwaving (thanks for the hot pocket Lik) leaves me convinced that he is not getting any quality shut-eye. This may be the cause of his newly evident (faux-?) narcoleptic tendencies.

Whatever the case may be, I hope Likki can find some peace and quiet, the conditions he needs to return himself to his effervescent self. I'd hate to see him get to the point where his fatigue results in one final cymbal crash, face-first.

Peace be with you...

Eli Finkelstein (Cy's kid)