Saturday, September 6, 2008

Hotter Than Hell Tin Roof

It was the usual over-the-top show.
Great crowd.

But I sure would like the luxury of being able to wait a day after fixing something before the next piece of gear decides to break, instead of five minutes.
My band equipment faith-healing power needs time to recharge.

****The Sea Monkeys At Charlie Brown's Tonight****

And to the "lady" who turned around and screamed at me 20 seconds into the first song: Brush your teeth.
If you have something to say to me, lift your lazy ass off that chair and we'll talk beast to man.
I'm not your slave, and you know jack-shit about the music business.
How many times has your mouth earned you a black eye?
I bet it's more than four.

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