Bri has been making videos for some stuff.

He did one for Soldier's Song.

Here it is...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mw2__70ufFY

Give him some eyes.

The people from YouTube finally got around to coming to one of our shows.

They are a bit chatty though...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jxmR9Wyeak

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

Well, we've reached the slow time of the year.
We're doing a couple of shows before Christmas, but that's
about it for the year.

Enjoy whichever thing you choose to celebrate this year.

I'm not sure what the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster's
winter festival is, but I bet it's awesome.

Hope to see all our old friends in Chicago in January.

Several new shows posted, in various parts of the country.
for 2012.

Many more to come.

Many things going down, large and small.

I will update when we are accepting shows, etc.
when I am done fighting viciously against death.
Or, it could just be a cold that stalked me from
New Orleans until now.

Today at 10a.m. EST, I got behind the wheel of the Cadillac, in Bradenton
Florida.

I got out from under the wheel at 3:30a.m. CST, in Columbia, Mo.

I'll write some more Friday.

Tired now.

Awesome.

Good shows, great people.

I will lay out the whole story after we make the long drive home.

Tonight we are playing the Ale and the Witch with our buddy Funky D>
We call him Animal, other folks call him Funky D.

Please to come out, if you got the time and inclination.

Special shout out to Doc in Nashville again, always a good man.

I'll get back at you soon...

Sometime on Friday, before eating at Jacques(alligator
 an andouille cheesecake) and watching
the legend that is Phil Melancon entertain, we found out
the Circle Bar would not be open.

We got an email from the fellow who booked the shows and he
apologized and told us to be at the Saturn Bar on St. Claude by 9
to play on Sunday.

The Saturn is another of those New Orleans institutions that
has been featured in literature and lore, but you can't tell if
it's seen better, or worse days.

That's certainly not an insult, everyone was very cool with us and
the local bands The TinTypes and Blind Texas Marlin forked over
their hard earned money to help keep us on the road.

They also put us on in the middle, between the two local outfits.
That's the right thing to do, if you can.

The bartender/part owner Bridget(?) was extremely nice
to us as well, handin over free beers and dispensing knowledge.

Our boy Twista, offered to play craps with us and also, to box
Blind Texas Marlin and relieve them from their entertainment
duties. He seemed to have some grudge against those
guys. Maybe it was the two trombones.

I thought we played pretty well and we had quite a good time.
The neighborhood can be a bit exciting, but ourselves and the
Cadillac survived.

Also, Phil showed up to see us play, on a Sunday night, what an
awesome guy. Honored.

We went to try out the newish establishment run by
the former proprietors of Parasols Thursday afternoon, Traceys.
Delicious, as expected.

Then, we headed on over to the Neutral Ground to play the 10 o'clock
slot. I was pretty dead by the time we got done, not having done
much sleeping.

The Neutral Ground is as cool as ever.

We sold a few c.d.'s and headed out for some very much needed
sleep.