Drive home, just another few
miles. I'm gonna make it. Oh light by my house.
How I love when you give the the green arrow as I
approach. After all, 4 Dr. Peppers and 2 coffees
cause my bladder to yearn for relief. I
persevere. Turn my computer on before seeking the
relief I so desperately need. The posting must
get done and there isn't a minute to waste, only
lives. This is just to provide some perspective
on what I must go through to provide you
boneheads with virtual nonsense.
This is the jam that
celebrates the Deadstein 7-year anniversary from
the faithful beginning on October 9,
1990 at 162 Perry
Street. Not much was made of it but that is a
good sign. It's not the anniversary you celebrate
but the institution that is the basis for the
anniversary. Seven is a lucky number and although
we didn't memorialize the night, we will be
celebrating the product of these past 7 years in
the music we make. There are going to be lots of
special moments in the months ahead my friends
(I'm am watching Conan O'Brien having a staring
contest with his sidekick Andy. That is what I
call exciting television).
Back to the excitement of
Deadstein. In many respects it was a very
disappointing night for me. I had been practicing
quite a bit all week but ended up slicing my left
middle finger open in the morning with an x-acto
knife. I bled profusely for 2 minutes and totally
ruined a shirt but the first thing I thought of
was the impact it would have on Deadstein. It's
scary to play guitar when you have a cut on the
tip of your finger. The thought of the metal
string finding that cut gives me shivers and the
cut was parallel to the guitar strings. (Conan
won the staring contest)
The entire band was there and
Spillboy was the only guest. He was lucky to be
let out from the Kabalanese Liberation Army. I
can't believe he said I wasn't a believer and
Kevin was. I think Kevin believes in the might
Brrrp! and you can't take that home honey. I
don't know what the hell I'm talking about by the
existence of a supreme being in any rational
state which can only be judged subjectively
through the through the soul of a collective
individual seeking the ultimate truth. And there
is a 50% chance of that.
One thing we all
became believers in by the end of the night was
the power of the mighty mouse. I heard him sing,
"Here I come to save the day" and I
flew the white flag. You can't win over mice. I
still say we put some cheese in the back corner
and feed them. Then they will have no excuse to
come close to us. We had a scare or two from this
little rodents and that didn't help anything.
Spillboy called us all sissies for running as the
mouse attacked us but it is tough to play facing
one of these things. It sent Freakboy to the
showers early. The paradox is it freaked him out.
Johnny purchased a really nice
tie-dye tapestry for the room. He got it at the
Eco-Fest From Little Star Designs (http://tapestrynet.com). It's a really nice one and he
thought it would be utilized best by stretching
it out across a wall. While that would have been
nice, and we need more of these things, everyone
else took control of this thing and in minutes it
was suspended by twine from the dusty pipes
above. It was like college but with a cool
tie-dye, not some Hinduesque patterned mish-mosh.
It caused Scott concern, worrying about the fire marshal and
it generally bummed Johnny out. I think we all
liked it initially. It provided a freaky
luminesence beneath the fluorescent. By the
halftime, Kevin was accusing it of attracting the
mice. I reminded him of the 1972 Berkeley study
using laboratory mice where they displayed no
significantly attraction to tie-dyes suspended in
mouse mazes (or is that mice mazes?). Due to all
of these reasons, I predict it will not be
suspended next week but rather shall decorate the
couch on which it now sits. Without the necessary
bungee chords, eyelets, steel strapping and
motorized wench, I don't think it's going up
again. It's too bad because the ceiling impact is
nice. After taking it down we folded it nicely
out of respect for the Freakboy. Well, at least
we picked it up from the floor.
First Set Comments
I was having trouble during
the Halfstep. During my first few warm-up notes
before the song, I found out the cut on my finger
hurt more than I expected it to. It is small but
deep, just below the callus on my left middle
finger. When the song started a panicked. I
didn't play any chords before the song and when I
did it hurt a lot. I was frightened of slicing it
open again on the thich G string. Ouch!. In turn,
I played a million wrong things. By the end of
the song I was in pain with shooting stingers
floating around all of my fingers, I think I
deadened the pain by the next song and my cut
finger was not a significant issue afterwards.
The
Rooster was hot. Larry gave me the first round of
the first lead, my guitar and slide were sounding
pretty good and I pulled of a pretty good lead.
Larry took over for the second round and was nice
and hot. Rich didn't seem to take advantage of
his allotted time for his lead, what are you
gonna do, throw a bugle at him? I loved my lead.
I was able to get a few nice runs of some fast
notes I've been working on.
Candyman had the distraction
of the first sighting of the mouse. Kevin' was
the only won who saw it. He jumped and his bass
rattled but it was Johnny who spread the rumor
and subsequent panic. There was some question
soon after about the validity of the mouse
sighting.
Getting tired. Gonna try to
jot a few notes down without too much thought to
remember and hopefully I'll get back to complete
the picture.
El Paso - mouse sightings
confirmed.
Brown-Eyed moved nicely
Crazy->Playing, excellent
transition into it for us. I was playing some of
my better Jerry bends during the verses. Coming
out of jam was incomplete we didn't go the the
second part of the riff prior to the Back Into
Playing Outburst.
Half Time Eating Comments
Pronto Pizza - Sausage and
pepperoni pie, extraneous slices. Knots that were
worthy, super hot and glowing dough. Enough
Pronto. Menu isn't extensive enough.
I brought snacks. Cans of Dr.
Pepper and Coke. Coffee cakes, doughnuts, Reeses
cups, cherry pies, pretzels, bugles, lifesavers
Second Set Comments
Great Estimated.
Dedicated to Penny for taking care of my
finger during the day. Offering me her
husband's shirt, which I declined.
"Don't worry about me know"
The transition into
Eyes was bad but the Eyes moved nicely
through 2 of the 3 verses. By the third
verse it died but it was great while it
danced and bopped.
Miracle was a mistake.
I shouldn't have pushed for it.
I like So Many Roads
but it wasn't sufficient to end the night
I was glad when Scott
started to Good Lovin' A good ending, it
wakes you up for the long ride home. He
started with the 1970 beginning, I took
control and almost pulled it off.
Weather
Weather was steady in the room
and not an issue but beautiful for the ride home
with the windows and sunroof open.