Saturday evening, we did the C.C.U.A. Harvest Hootenanny, for the 3rd year.
I guess we got in on the ground floor, what a great, great, event.
I could go on for paragraphs and pages about how dedicated, welcoming and amazingly sincere these people are.
I guess it's just living proof of what people can accomplish, when they really want to do it and work together. It's like one of those Hollywood sports movies, but in real life and with hippies.
The Columbia Tribune said there were over 1,000 people there and if the Trib says it, I believe it, it's printed on paper.
I just knew there were a lot of people around when we played.

Sunday we did a benefit for the renewable energy ballot initiative at Mojos.
It was called Power to the People. I'm sure it was all well intentioned and
so forth and etc., but I did not dig it. I agree with most of what it was for, or we wouldn't have played it, but...
I don't like anything that is set up with the idea of conversation and debate, but ends up preaching to the choir.
Also, when you're donating your time and think it's a donations event and show up to a sign demanding either twelve or fifteen dollars to get in and get hassled to buy raffle tickets before you can load your gear in, it starts to feel like you've been taken advantage of... best I can say is, poorly executed. 

Tonight I did a solo set, opening for a band from San Diego called the Silent Comedy. Really cool guys, really rockin' show.
I recommend you check them out. They've been featured on The History Channel's Hatfields and McCoys  mini-series, so if they're good enough for Kevin Costner, they're good enough for you.

We leave in about 4 hours for Knoxville, we're playing with Glossary, at the Well.
It will be the next step in a really fun week. I'll write about it soon.


 
 
Our first show of ApocaYear.

We had an awesomely good time.
Brock claims he remembers nothing. I think he lies.

I made some young ladies kind of upset when I told
them I made Brock two step with all the ladies first
to weed out the bad dancers. Sometimes I forget not
everybody in a place knows me, blurg.

NEWS ALERT: I don't actually dance, I dance with about 2 girls
because they seem to be around when I'm that impaired and we've
known each other for many episodes and they probably owe
me money, or something. One of them almost killed me once
dancing, but that's a story for another book. A story involving Matt
Netzer, who will feature in the next blog.

Anyway, Mojos was pretty much full. We played o.k., I guess and
nobody got injured. What more could you ask for?

Next night Springfield