No Rest...

you would think after a night of unrestrained drinking and debauch that this little piggy would be sleeping till the late afternoon, but no. for some reason, i'm up and at it! my late night postings were made inconvenient by the lead singer of my band "assed-out" face down in my living room on my comfey couch...driving was not the best of ideas for him last night. yes, we all lived the rock-n-rule lifestyle...and my head, she still pays.
the show went off, and oddly enough, i really enjoyed Big Wu--not bad for a hippy band! it was somewhat surreal playing with a hippy jam-band at the newly remodeled Mt Tabor Pub (now "Saballas"). it was odd because the place is now a hard-rock-punkabilly-metal club, complete with red flames painted on all of the walls, skulls and other such non-flower child business. all things considered, the place has evolved into a really cool joint...and the second Clutch plays there, i will never go anywhere else!

to ms. 30 second search...'twas not so much a challenge to find "ivar forkbeard" google style, but you still are the champion. the prize is a free night of show-going at any club in portland, if you are in portland, or whenever you roll through portland. no bullshit, i can really get you in anywhere! cherz is pissed he didn't jump sooner!

as for all you mean people out there call my tiny little wifey "mini-me," that's just plain mean...you need not desist, but it is mean;)