The MMB show last night–you guessed it–rocked balls.
I was joking with the PWAC crew before the show about how I was going to see the prophet. I was going to go bearing gifts, probably something other than frankincense or myrrh.
“What does Traffas have to confess for? Drinking and driving?” –Chris Day, PWAC employee
I forgot to mention what happened last Friday at our, as McClure would say, Vallentine’s day massecre. Ron Clark and I played some bluegrass, folk, and gospel music for the Manhattan Circle of Death Senior Center. It was a very fun show, all-in-all, and as we were loading out, we saw an ambulance, lights a’flashing, in the parking lot. I didn’t think anything of it. As we came to find out, a man who didn’t like loud music and was too incapable of telling that we weren’t playing loud music had crawled under the secretary’s desk and wouldn’t come out. They had to call the paramedics to extract him from his hiding place, all the while explaining to him that we had gone.
I think I may have found something for which to confess.
Anyway, I’m loading the Tour Mazda Limited Hot Wheels Eddie Bauer Edition for the show tonight at Colby. We’ll see if the people who were requesting Divide last time are there again. If they are, it’ll be a good couple of nights.