We Love Happy Endings

As much as BLISS enjoyed playing with the Peege, and appreciated his hard work and his coolness at helping us survive through hard times, it's impossible to not be glad that our much-missed brother Rikk is returning next weekend at Hooligan's July 10th.
The Peege is a class act and I'm glad to have found a new friend. We owe him many favors, but I draw the line at reach-arounds and happy endings.





My buddy Scot Taylor joined us for a few songs including this duet (Do It!) singing Creep by Radiohead.
I first met Scot when I joined the BeWires back in 1996(?) and it's interesting to note that him and Steve and Buz and I are still tight--but that other guy who fired my three friends? Not so much...





Tuning...tuning...tuning...I have a pic of every string getting tuned.





Bye Bye, UHaul!!!
If everything goes according to plan I am done renting trucks from UHaul.
I think their trailer light hookups only worked 15% of the time, which blew goats after working so hard to get the trailer's lights fixed in the first place.
I'm lucky I didn't get pulled over.
And these were all brand new GMC pickups with less than 2000 miles on them.
A joy to drive, but come on.

BLISS will be playing from 3:30-4:30 Saturday July 4th at Market Square.
I won't be there.
They don't need me.

Hooligan's In Black & White

Decided to see what my camera will give me in black and white mode, versus converting in PhotoShop.
Forgot that I had pre-set this, so the awesome sunset I shot while loading the gear into Hooligan's turned out like crap.












A ritual at every Bliss show, Chrissy leads a toast (the birds) to our missing member Rikk. See you soon, brother!




U-Haul was out of pickups, so I had to rent a 17' box truck.
The first one puked coolant all over my driveway so I had to take it back for a replacement.
This is truck 2, which was much newer and everything about it worked better from the motor and transmission to the suspension and seats and AC and steering--that first one was a piece of crap.

Only problem was that it wouldn't fit anywhere near my garage so simply hooking-up our trailer wasn't an option.
I had to drag all our shit out of the trailer and up the ramp by myself.
And I'll have to do it again in reverse because I made sure to reserve a pick-up for tomorrow to save the band money.

I'm wiped out.
And the tip jar scored exactly $0.00 tonight--not even a fucking quarter--so I'm very disappointed in the audience tonight.

"But we sang along and got Chrissy hammered!"
Fuck that shit--how about we concentrate on what's important?

Your chance at redemption is Saturday June 13th at The Revolution Room on Broadway 1 mile inside Loop 410.
Try to advance as a species, BlissTards.