"Money and looks are nothing: music is everything" Christie's Axioms

"Rosemary...that's for remembarance"---Ophelia, Hamlet, by Shakespeare

"Unusual weather we're having"---the Cowardly Lion

Some things just start off on the wrong foot, no matter what, and then despite everything, are so cool, they cannot be spoiled. This show started out that way for me. Also, a page of notes got lost, so some show tidbits are forever missing...the reason for which will be forthcoming shortly.

"It IS a little bit scarey" Justin talking about the Internet on First Step. The 27th, I downloaded the Lost Chords for about 1/2 a week to see if any new developments were up. I actually got nauseated reading all the conflict on there, and of course, none of it from me, even under assumed names.....I don't have time to keep up but usually check once a week on digest. I'll cover that in Vibes I guess, but it sure put a bad taste in my mouth. I've started just doing a hit and miss on Blue World, as I don't feel safe on there either. It's a hard thing to accept that there are so many aggressive people in our fan base. The music is so much about peace, and calm, nice things, being in touch with your inner self. I don't know where people are coming from to bring all this "fight" with them. And I'm trying to not contribute anymore than is necessary while still maintaining rationality. One fool even posted about bombs backstage, the first day of the tour. Gad, NO BRAINS. A Bug brain-sucker would starve to death in our fan club methinks sometimes. Maybe bggirl is right and we ARE all just blown out old hippies.

I hadn't even planned on going to this show, did not do the ticket frenzie thing, waiting in line and all that. I was sure the lights would be half-done and Justin would be a grump again, like he always is there. But I broke down on the 23rd, drove to BASS in Santa Rosa, and seeing what was available for $40, snapped it up. The BASS man was a bit shocked that the show was as sparsely sold as it was. No one *I* knew was going, but I was not worried as frankly I like going alone, no one to gripe or fuss or need special diet requirements. And if you act goofey, no one criticizes. Solo journeys can be nice that way.

I DO work, you know. The day I was going to drive three hours to the Pavilion, I was pretty excited and kept telling the High School kids about it. Many knew about the band. "I love 'Nights in White Satin'" was a comment I got a lot. "How do they do that chorus?" one intelligent young man wanted to know...I told him. Another commented off the wall "I like Metallica too". Then we got into It's a Beautiful Day talks. So this town has a pretty hep group of youngsters when it comes to classical rock, although we have our cowboys too.

It was nice to get away from my family for a day. Mum was busy blackballing someone from her bridge club, and my cat was demanding I clean his commode every 2 hours. I think I need a change. Or a new pair of earplugs!!! It was a well thought out Expidition, loaded up the back of Strider with all my goodies, food etc....cooler space is nice. Hit the trail about 3:20 PM, plenty of time to make an 8 pm curtain. "Just another Day in Paradise" here in Mendocino Co: it had been raining "like a cow peeing on a flat stone" as great granddaddy would have said, all day, hail the night before. I was certain we were in for tornadoes at least for the show. I've never been rained out for a Moodies show yet. I was about to see if the charm still was working.

Of course, I got lost (as usual) somewhere in Vallejo. Went through downtown Dogtown, whistling "now dearie don't be late, I wanna get there when the band starts playing" (free tape to anyone who can name that tune!) Then had to navigate Concord itself! Was going to see if the Lone Ranger was on the Concord tarmac, but didn't have time to wander the streets after getting lost....so skipped that bit of the projected stalking (I guess it was a pretty lame idea anyway). I gotta figure the band just flew in that morning, did the show, then flew out after it back to their LA digs. Fully expected a miserable light show, as I wasn't sure how the crew could truck all that gear up I-5, then back down the next day. Thank God for long distance truckers as the story will show. Thank God the Lone Ranger has a good driver too, with the nasty storms we've been having!

The rain continued to tease us. I saw liscense plates from Kansas, Colorado. Pulled into the parking lot in blustery rain. First shock....I'd swear that my old boyfriend Dan was taking money for parking. Not unusual as he used to live in Concord, and likes fingering money. I accused him of lying to me, the guy just grinned and said "no". That would be like Dan. Oh well, guess I won't worry about it, but it was really weird. Then, I think I saw Annie Chartrand with a friend, but that could have been a hallucination too. Everything felt squirrely by this time and I wasn't even drinking yet! Why do these shows do this too me???? "Image of Annie" waved to me and smiled anyway, I smiled back out of politeness......why, I don't know, as I still don't really approve of her editing habits, and plan to get a fake account on Blue World eventually too when I get time. I'm tired of being bugged by people with Tigger hysteria.

Took a bit to get my stuff together, so the only view most people got of Tigger in the parking lot was my bum sticking out of Strider's tailgate. (I'd changed clothes on the road, my stuff was ALL messed up!). Smuggled in camera and coke/whiskey slammer bottles.... my wonderful bulky Adak parka is perfect for covering many sins, and has many pockets, some secret. Anyone read M*A*S*H? it's the same kinda parka Trapper John had. You could hide a truck in those pockets I think!

Some guy comes up and asks me if I have a pair of pliers.....electrician that I am I did, and loaned them to him. When I finally went over to his lifted car hood, the poor devil had twisted the terminal post right off the battery case, and was waving it around, babbling about the insulation that needed to be trimmed back. He didn't know in the slightest what he was doing. Luckily for him, his date was maybe brighter, but not a car mechanic either. I felt sorry for them. Politely commented "I think you need a new battery" reclaimed my pliers (to fix my earrings) and left them in the drizzle. (Telling him the truth would have done no good, as I didn't have a Y chromosome) They were still there after the show. I didn't offer to jump them, they were beyond hope. Maybe they found a nearby hotel and comforted each other, I hope so, they needed it.

Bob Fisher and family passed me. "Teresa has a backstage pass!" he exclaimed in excitement. "Yeah!!! Good for her!" I replied "see you in there!" and they went on. (Hey subtle hint, Ivy.....Teresa has a big brother and little sister who are also fine humans, and they should get special things too!). As the night went on, I chatted more with Mrs. Fisher, and think she is doing such a fine job with all three, from the boy age 10 (who is very quiet) to the little doll who is about 2-3 years old. They are all great kids and a pleasure to be near at the shows. Bob said Ray gave Teresa a BIG hug, and all the band signed her program. "It was short and kinda crowded" was Bob's report, somewhere in a hallway I think he said, and only about 5 min. Well, what CAN you say? I could say a LOT were I to cornor Justin or Graeme alone, but with others there, you feel a little odd about it. I hope I find Debbie and Rod Cook soon, and see what they have to say.... hopefully they will post on LC. Bob said there were only about 6-7 backstage passes.

At the merchandise booth, bought the Bliss CD, the black t-shirt, the dove ballcap, and a program, which has very nice pictures in it (one looks like off my website, but who knows..... one with Ray and flute. Common pose I guess). My VISA only screamed a little.... loaded up with my carry in, and new merchandise hoard, found my seat, very satisfactory. Glanced around. Went to talk to Fisher family.... there in the center front seat was (Frusty) Sue McCrimmon. I flashed back to the person I was insulting on Blue World about a scalper ticket for $250.00, and Sue.... OH SH*T I was insulting Frusty! I LIKE Sue, really, she does not have a mean bone in her body, and we both came on Prodigy about the same time back in 1993, so I feel a bond with her. She is utterly harmless, just a victim of love, like so many of us. She doesn't bug anyone (except John, and I suspect he has it coming....'nuff said). Anyway I went up and apologized and we both sat there laughing like hyenas about it. She wound up with two very good front row seats..... those who know Sue, on some level I am very angry with brokers, because these are the folks they are preying off. "I just write checks and throw them around" she said. On some level, it's "just money", but some of us have a hard time controlling this. I think Debbie Cook finally bought one of her tickets.

Anyway, Sue had been to the San Diego show, and was going to the Geek Theater the next two nights (with Ferret) so she was looking as tired as I felt (and maybe I looked too). Her report was that Justin was wearing a leopard print vest in SD!!!!!!!!!!! heheh maybe we should call this the Tiger Tour eh? (Year of the Tiger and all that). Well, if it was a tribute to a grand city with a long time zoo tradition Justin, thank you very much from a Zoological Society fanantic. I hope you got to see the collection while you were there!

I kept trying to ooze back to the soggy lawn for my dinner, Mum's Premo Deluxe fried chicken stuffed in my bag. "Hey Christie!" it was Leslie from Santa Barbara!!!! So we caught up and I passed her my card and new address. She flew in from Charlotte, NC....saying "It's just as hard to drive 5 hours to Atlanta as it is to fly here and enjoy a vacation!" She was dressed nicely and not doing glow wands... she got a big kick outta my earrings when I put them together with a pair of vise grips.

Rebecca Boyd and her astrologer friend arrived, both wearing some great crystal jewelry, and at the end, Rebecca got her flowers to the stage. She's not in love with bandmembers, she just likes to acknowledge them in time honored stage tradition. Judy Germone also hailed me and she is looking fine. Paid too much for her up close ticket too! Saw Net Dove, he was talking to some people, but I was overloaded and didn't want to socialize by this time.

Finally got some dinner, mopping the soggy seat off with the t-shirt (it needs a good wash anyway, I'm allergic to dark dyes), noticed some rosemary growing in the planter bed, stuffed some in my watchband and sniffed it all night. Maybe it kept me kinda sober, who knows. The Pavilion has been remodeled since I was there last, seats all re-done, I think it's more open actually. I was off to the side this time, but able to see just about everything, although from Ray's angle. It was a wonderful seat, as the three seats to my left remained empty (mine was the furthest left on the computer chart, go figure!) It was all under the canopy, close enough to get stage energy, far back enough to see lighting, and far enough over to move to good angle and avoid heads...and put my arms behind my head and relax, without blocking the poor sods behind me. A wonderful, grand night for viewing!!!!!

House was about 1/2 to 2/3 full, but solid I thought. They seemed a little dead, but warmed up toward the end, as it was a VERY good show, indeed. I never understand people who gripe about the "same old show". They are fans for the wrong reason! I always find new nuances to the lighting, to the musical arrangements, fine points on the technique is good to see again, and it's always wonderful to see the performers. ALL the Moodies looked damn good this time, especially Ray, who appears to be really getting rid of that gut, which is very good news as it is much healthier: I'm very glad. He is so good looking. And let's face it, I love the music and I love rock and roll, and dancing to same. The whole thing being overly familiar is just the frosting to the cake: I'm a creature of habit and like ritual! The old vaudevillans used to say their audiences would be upset if they did not do the same show year after year. People haven't changed; just a few gripers in the fan club are whining over this.

Well let's do how they all looked. For one, they were ALL really up, the energy was very high, they whipped right through almost too fast, but it was not shoddily done, it was well done. They dove into everything with enthusiasm and passion, and it was very welcome. I've accused Justin of being a grump at the Pavilion (Teresa said "we were down below" so I guess the dressing rooms are in the dungeon! grins). He was cheerful tonight! (Oh what a pleasing difference from when I first saw the Moodies at Concord in 1990....). Wearing the same black jacket I saw in Vancouver in 1996, with a tux shirt on underneath, a light attractive jacket. Justin's hair was also a bit longer than normal, and I really liked it, pretty sexy curling around the ears and neck I thought, he would look good with a ponytail, more modern kinda. Paul was dressed much the same way, and if he was not such a grump the few times I've chatted with him, I'd say he was damn attractive too.....worth a second look in that black jacket. Blondes belong in black. John looked good, his hair is still nice, and otherwise I don't watch John much (he always looks so stern and paternal), Justin is the better view to me. Bias looked REALLY good, better than I've seen him for a while, resplendent in periwinkle. GE and Gordon I didn't get many looks at this time. The ladies were very low key, wearing leather, and looked fine too.

I think the mix was off as one song I heard TOO much Tracy, and during others, the girls opened their mouths and we heard nothing. Also it didn't seem that Justin and John were very interactive this time to me, and seemed the same earlier at the casino shows. Oh well, the tour is young yet. Also I didn't notice as much "raunch" this time, as in humping guitars and all. I wonder if they don't reserve that sort of behavior for the casino crowds. It kinda makes sense, that is supposed to be adult entertainment anyway. Does not matter to me actually. All that raunch is just a tease anyway, if I can't get my hands on it, why would I get excited???

The lights go down, the stage is set....GE came out for his poem. It was very dramatic, but totally ruined for me by fools who HAD to come late. Who accused me of being in their seats, and we had to pull out tickets and haggle. They were supposed to be in front of me and must have been very drunk to be that mixed up. They finally settled in, along with another couple in front of me, and both sets played hug bunnies all night, and held very still, it was wonderful. I watched the show between their heads very nicely. Poor folks had to listen to me though! I tend to do wolf howls.

"The Voice" I was still trying to get those people in front of me to sit down. I think they flashed some more logos on the backdrop from the cyclorama. Missed much of it.

TA: backdrop of blue skies and white clouds, like a wonderful day at the Gorge.....I expected Tweety birds to come zooming outta the scrim. Pre-show they had a really neat revolving MB logo, the new golden one. Very pretty. Glad I don't still do drugs, it was pretty eye challenging.

For My Lady: Ray blocked my line of site to Justin so I have no idea what he was doing during this, but it was wonderful anyway. Ray's voice in very good shape. Bias and the girls smiled at each other, it's a very pretty song. The flute synth was off, too "plunky" and it looked like Bias was grinning and keeping his hands off the keyboard for that one (i.e. it was Paul, turned up too much???).

Slidezone: they pulled another scrim and had layered projections on it. Someone was videoing I hope it shows up somewhere, great lights for this. Indeed some of the instruments made it, but I didn't see the 18 or so projectors they often have hanging overhead, so we may have gotten a toned down light show, due to I-5 logistics.

Never Comes the Day...just enjoyed it. "Nights" was better.

Strange Times: backdrop of yellow suns, then blue suns like a horizontal daisy chain. Really neat, I enjoyed the effect, even if a little cheesey. Had a great old time singing along with myself and I'm sure those cozy couples got tired of me. I love that song. It ended weirdly and I think everyone was stunned to silence....applause was strooblic on it.

I guess I should clarify something I posted on Blue World about "Justin dancing to Strange Times". Apparently Justin doesn't feel at ease with dancing, and don't think I'm talking about Men in Tights stuff, as in some cultures (like Native American) men are the primary dancers, for ceremonial purposes. So anyway, back to Justin, what I have been referring to is best seen on old Tom Jones clips from the 60's, possibly "See Saw"....Justin does this snaky little twist step, and in Tom Jones, has a great grin on his face, really enjoying himself. He was doing something similar April 1, 1998 in Santa Barbara to "Broken Dream", (hope it is on the SJC tape), and at the Gorge in 1997, he did a snaky twist dance to "Strange Times".

He looked kinda like he was trying to work into a dance for this, but seemed to end up getting frustrated about it, and didn't. The Mood has to strike one to dance, indeed. He practically dove outta the guitar strap after this song.....it was really weird, the applause taking that long to start indeed......people don't know what to make of the new song. I wonder why?

Lean on Me....I think this was the one I was watching (with binoculars) Justin's fingering all the way up the neck, he has a fine guitar to be able to do that sort of fret work. The tone seemed really really nice this time on the guitars, BTW. Also noticed with binocs that he is not wearing the pinkie ring still, but the signet ring is on the usual finger.

IKYOTS: Not the usual blue ring chase we got last year at the Rosegarden..this time two blue rings just parked themselves in opposite cornors of the roof and stayed there, illuminating the fake owls in the rafters perhaps. Then some red rings chased each other for about 2 secs, an off-the-wall light cue, then some other rainbow rings wandered around.....for some reason this all struck me as terribly funny and I was laughing like a geek for about half the song. Reality was that I was pretty looped by this time on the whisky and Pepsi, and was being offensive probably, so I shut up and watched His Nibs for the rest of the song. It means a lot to him I think. Well, it's a nice song, and means a lot to me too.

Story in your Eyes: smuggled in a camera just for the hell of it, I never have before, as the Concord Pavilion has been such horses' patoots in the past about them and I don't like having my gear molested by ham fisted security. Got some shots of this only, muttering "save the rest for It's a Beautiful Day the 6th, Christie". They came right toward my cornor, so they might be ok on blow up and crop for the computer. Who knows. I've heard the Pavilion has new management, so maybe the photography restrictions are easing up.

Intermission: much needed to stretch. I was doing ballet warm ups before the show I was so stiff with the wet weather and from driving all that way......maybe that's why none of the other Moody Bitches found me, it looked weird (the railing was just right to hoist a leg and stretch). I dunno where Sarah, Lisa, Barb, and Lynn were. Maybe they have dropped out of this fan thang.

Wildest Dreams: this is best time when the lines go down, to leap for the loo...in this case with great caution, as my moccasins were pretty slippery on the wet concrete. The drumstick toss, if it happened, happened right about where I was "sitting", so I sang on and did my thing. Trusting soul that I am, I left my gear all unguarded, notebook, binocs, camera etc. (wallet was in back pocket, I'm not THAT stupid). Came back from loo, they began:

Isn't Life Strange? YEAH IT IS. I looked around for my notebook, to write about the lights I guess. People don't realize (who see me frantically scribbling in notebooks at shows): I'm just releasing energy, harmlessly. I usually write the narrative from memory, then use notes to prompt any fine details (like lights). My handwriting is worse than a doctor's, as I've too much schooling, and of course as I get more drunk and more into the music, the writing really gets pretty bad; I'm really the only person able to read it and even I have trouble later sometimes. Anyone else reading it would be very confused as one word might be an entire 5 min event prompt....an memory trick I learned in drama which crosses over to gestalt psychology. Reading it also might give you one helluva horizon sickness bout; as well, some scribbles might mistake them for the new version of a Rorschact test.

Anyway, my notebooks are my crutch.....like Dumbo's feather. No notebook. I'm loosing it, I think. Nowhere. About this time, Justin misses his first cue in ILS, whacks himself and runs scrambling to the mike with his hand over his mouth, OOOPS! Laughter (good natured) from the audience. Justin looks down a bit while John does his next lines, John does not appear to hold a grudge. I still have no notebook, and frantically tear into the wrapper for my earrings and start scribbling on that. Justin smiles all the way through the song, and sounds wonderful of course, as the whole song does.

FLAP through the music I hear something, and sure enough the notebook has magically appeared under a seat where I had just looked frantically about 10 times. Happily I snatch it up and scribble more. It's warm, and not cold like the floor, I flash that someone has been sitting on it, then banish the thought as paranoic; must've dropped from my parka..... It was not until the next morning I looked carefully, and apparently someone other than me has removed at least one, and maybe two pages of notes, and I must assume whomever was behind me did it. And then sat their fat ass on it like a 6th grader playing a prank, until they could sneak it back under the chair, hoping I was too f*cked up to notice.

Thank God it was a new notebook, which is how I can tell it is missing a page: I counted them, and it was not a loose leaf, not just an old book losing pages. I had just started it that show, and had no really personal notes in it as I sometimes write drafts of personel letters in the scratch notebooks. I feel pretty violated. It also makes me nervous that I'm that well known enough on the Webs to be targeted like that, as I have never sought to be, and have just done the Vibes as info sharing with friends. This person was not a friend at all, indeed had criminal tendencies if you ask me. I guess I should be happy they didn't get my more expensive stuff, just got a piece of paper, but it was pretty sleezy if you ask me.

Nice people just don't do things like that, no matter what you might think of someone else. My guess would be this person (s) who was rude enough to violate my privacy like this might have done it before, and could very well be the person who got Justin's trash in the UK last time the band played there: same mentality (or lack of it). I was in Sec 107, seat 7 Row C, and these people must have been behind me and to my right, I didn't go out of way to recognize them, was just minding my own business. If Ivy, Justin or Marie are still on the warpath about that trash incident, it might be an easy matter to compare people in that row with known Moody fanatics who attended the UK show that night; one would hope records of these events are kept at venues, but maybe not. I have out feelers and if I find out names, I'll post them so we can all share. And violate THEIR privacy, see how THEY like it.

From an on-line observer, to get back to Justin, he was a bit distracted by a roadie who was fussing with wires or something at Gordon's drumstation, and that is why he was not paying attention and missed the ILS cue. Oh well, that's show biz and the charm of live performing. I enjoyed his reaction myself! <grins>

TOSOL: glowstick time. Not me. The RHCs (2ea) were down near bb, in front of John apparently, all lighting up and waving themselves around. I was glad they were far away, it was peaceful over where I was. Teresa Fisher waved her glowstick, she's a kid and it's fun there (I wished I had one to wave with her, she looked lonely all by herself). A gaggle of people a few rows back from me waved red sticks, I have yet to understand the red bit; no horns. And way way up on the soggy lawn, a string of about 10 blue sticks waving in time to the music. I love that song actually, it has some neat chords to it that are not on the album but are live. Listen to it sometime and forget the light show, the "hood" routine the band does, and words. It's really nice to the ears. Justin's voice was very good for this. Glad to catch him early in the tour before voice gives out! It must be so hard to take care of one's voice under those circumstances. Justin also really tore up the guitar on this one, good rocker song.

IJASIARRB: Dead crowd kinda came to life a bit with this. I moved up (clutching notebook this time) to where the Fishers were, just a little closer and there were empty seats. Rain scared people off, so many seats were not taken; the weather held, Cumulous Nimbus Fracto was kind again!!!! <grins> Justin was so matter of fact in this song, playing with that Libran precision and attitude......but funny too, you know? I think it's the eyebrow lifting that tickles me about Justin. GE did not urge the audience on this night, I think he could feel they were resisting the energy. It really was a dead crowd.

Nights: a Full Gemini Moon rose over the scrim. Ray did a new dipsy doodle in the flute bit. Justin really appeared to look over to our side this night, maybe his friend was behind me, I dunno.... he often does that. It's nice for me, as I like that side anyway, used to it. Anyway, I think Justin did such a nice job on this, and on so many others, he was very authentic in his emoting, yet was able to add nuances that show a terrific mastery of his craft. I hope he has someone somewhere personal he can be this way for....everyone needs that. The cold selfish crowd is often uncaring at such moments. And in the long run.

Just in time for Dr. Leary's tribute, the smell of not roses, nor ocean, nor even marijuana wafting over the crowd, but what should I smell "around the Bay", but SKUNK. I thought it was very funny: the Good Doctor would have liked that. LOAM had a very nice light show. Ray was wonderful, as was Bias. A bit "the same" though. The littlest Fisher was asleep by this time, held by her big brother.

Question: It's pretty exciting by this time for us regulars, and some guy keeps dancing around in the aisle next to me, so I joined him and his friend, they were from Santa Cruz, we were trying to get the whole crowd up. These guys were really ripped. I was too, of course (this crowd was one of the best oiled crowds I've ever seen in my life!). Security bugged him a little, then realized it was a movement. Gave up. Sat down for the slow part......oh no!!! It's almost over wah!!!!

Curtain call: RMSS: back they come. Pretty wired by this time, and we are starting our own show over in the aisle. It might have been the moccasins, or maybe the whiskey, but when I get the urge to dance, I DANCE and there was plenty of room so I "let her rip". It's whatever Jim Morrison used to do; and is similar to the Eagle Dance, but down in the Indian Nations where we are from, it's known as a Stomp Dance. Had a lot of fun until I tried watching Justin, got cross-eyed, missed a step and pitched headfirst into the chairs; no doubt those notebook thieves (and several others, to my mortification band members probably) were treated to the delightful spectacle of Tigger's arse up in the air. Good grief!!!! The two guys dancing with me (who ran off when they got a good look at my real age! grins) fished me outta the chairs, with only a bruised shin to show for it, and a stiff ankle. Felt good anyway, put things in balance. Don't usually dance at the casinos like that, never any room!

It was all over too soon, again. Said farewell to friends (those who admitted to knowing me after my display!). An army of roadies began tearing down the set. Wrapped up my stuff, walked to car enjoying the sorta balmy sorta blustery night. Passed a couple who were silently enjoying the view of the Bay lights on the hill, together. Five teenagers giggled in front of me "hey are you guys high school students?" they turned to regard me. "Yeah! Five more days!" one young lady held up her hand gleefully. It was so nice to see young people enjoying the oldsters of the 60's and really appreciating it. I drove home 3 hours in what turned into a pelting rain, and dropped for about 2 hours sleep before returning to work, locking keys in car, servicing cat box, etc; life goes on. But thinking about those bright moments of the Moody shows sure makes it a nicer, happier existence while living life.

About the only thing I can think to add is that the light show is always something new and different at the non-casino shows, which makes them very worth going to. The backdrops to "Nights" and "Tuesday Afternoon" are straightforward; fluffy clouds, and moonlit nights. But the imagination runs wild with other effects: the repeating frames of blue and yellow suns for "Strange Times" could be what we see as we travel faster than light, flickering kaliedoscope images; or in the case of "I Know You're Out There Somewhere", I was getting something like the movie Fantastic Voyage.....you know, oozing corpuscles and neural nets (diving into someone's brain...euewoooh what a thought! sorry....). Anyway, I really liked the lights, even if they may not have been the full show.

Hopefully this tour will get everyone focused, and the album will come out shortly afterward, as the on-line stuff is really out of hand....especially when people try to collect tidbits from one harmless (but squirrely) drunk's notebook.....I can't take it seriously. But we all need to take a deep breath and think about why we are here. I'm here for the music, I enjoy my friends ('specially one special one), and happen to find the incidental human factors and variables terribly amusing. (If you don't want to be laughed at, then maybe you should not act so silly!) God knows I made a fool enough of myself this show!!! Ah well, that's rock and roll, let it all hang out. Where-ever you are, have a good tour (cast, crew and worshippers). (And associated families).

It's a wonderful band. Just sit back and enjoy the music and the lights, man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!