Crewchief Dean is going as a Moonshiner...

Happy Birthday Steve!

It was way back in the Bottom Econoline Era nonstop Tour when our backaxsle went out and Steve, drummer of The Hitch took us in until we could get it back together...to play here today is such a treat.

We have been photographed so well, we would have a cigarette now.

Arrived in Arcata in drizzle rain, car dizzy from the windy redwood road in the midst of the townsquare kid costume contest...rolled our bags into Terrence Photo Studio and got ready with Judas Priest on the speakers to overcome our photo phobia...2hours later...he had to escort us out begging for just one more...he really rocks.

Jim, the morning after...

This what happens when you travel with 4 women.

(or as Clem put it: Everyone wants four women til they have four women)

Oh yes and how strange to have no phone signal, but I can email out here...nice break actually...this lill Droid can sometimes rule me...shower and bed and Strawberry Mimosas in the AM...just heard the girls come in, we are sleeping soon, Thank You Caspar.

Listening to records on a true stereo in the studio down the road...champagne...pianos and late night snacking.

So, Dean is at show # 91 and the countdown is ON, we better be getting the requested Dancing Days down for 100! 

The pumpkin strawberry and the unexplainable Joker...how he raised the bar for those things we dream off. We now have our own wine label. Unbelievable.

Swing

...well and then I got pulled onto th dancefloor and oh what fun...I mean my first tapes were Glen Miller and Buddy Holly...

Oh no..now they are dancing swing on this yummy woodfloor and I am getting homesick...nice, I gotta learn that.

I love Halloween!

It's been 14 years tomorrow since I arrived at JKF...the Gorilla and Marilyn were there too (another tale)...tonight our dear Caspar Inn...lovingly scary decor...I shall play under a foor...it's mighty foggy out and the familiar weight is returning to my mind...never been a winter person.

Chocolate covered Strawberries...

They do make me dream...you, my dear, have no idea...Thank You for raising the bar...oxoxo...

Gretchen saying goodbye to the Danelectro...we shall miss you, but it's are going to a good home...

Ahhhhhhh.....

I feel much much better now. I sometimes forget how much I need to rock to be happy...Thank You Mystic, you lovely lovely place...to lookout and see friends indeed...it makes my night...well and then I stuck my thumb in the one hole in the fan stage right...they heard it in the first row, I sucked the blood, wrapped it tight afraid to look how bad...all good...but what a scare.

How lovely is that shirt?

Roses...the one and only Scott...

Lapdance Armageddon...

Playing right now and Gretchen and Jude are wearing camopants playing the accoustics like there is 2012 comingg for sure...rockin!

Oh that's why I've been so cranky...

I needed to play a rockshow! The Mystic, oh how I love thee...backstage amazing Salmon in my Belly and remaking the lost necklace of rock for Clem...life is good.