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Thanks, Doc...I like it, too, but ya know, it ain't really me...this cat is all pissed-off and attacking whatever it is that's bugging him...can't say I ever act like that (anymore)...maybe I could make him smile or something...turn his mouth upside-down...making the picture was fun...WC1

John.... the whole JTP team was here Friday evening and got a kick out of the hotrod cover and enjoyed non-stop Sound and Fury tunes thanks again for everything !!

Great, Doc! My pleasure. I'm glad to hear the JTP team enjoyed the cover and the music...you guys are great and you're winners, and to tell you the truth, for about the last year, I thought about putting y'all on the cover of "Hot Rod". Your stories, anecdotes and analogies are some of the most entertaining and meaningful words I read on this board. Thanks for being here and thanks again for liking "Sound and Fury".

The gig last night had a lot of funny moments, and some serious music got played as well. I thought the gig was from 7-11, but it was actually from 8-12. I left here at 5:30, stopped at Fuel Depot and got some motion lotion, then got to the Beltway and started heading South...all of a sudden I looked into the back of the van and I said "...where's my keyboard???"...then I snapped, I'm playing guitar for these guys tonight..."but where's my guitar???" I didn't bring that, either...I turned around, came back home and got my guitar. I got there at 6:15, traffic was pretty smooth. It's halfway to Galveston. I had borrowed a Blues Driver stomp box from James to use for this gig...it sounded great with the Citykings Thursday night, so I was confident in having it set to go with Pee Wee's band...I did a sound-check by myself with it once I got set up there. But when the band played and my solo came up, I played the box...Pee Wee pulled me aside and said, "Don't take this the wrong way, but would you please get the #$%^ rid of that &*(^*ing piece of $#@* stomp box and just play straight into the amp? You're too good of a player to be hiding behind that ^&%*. Now don't get mad at me. Just take that as advice from a guy who appreciates your style..." I said, you're damn right, Pee Wee, and thanks. I unplugged from the Blues Driver and plugged straight into the Twin Reverb amp, and played clean all night and I'll be danged if it didn't sound just fine. It was a great gig. I met their regular keyboard player, Loren, and heard him play for the first time. Dude is great. He has an elaborate keyboard system, very expensive, top-of-the-line stuff, he plays sitting down, and he's a fluid and versatile player that can cover the whole 88-key span in a matter of a couple of bars on the chart. Great guy, too. He and I have had similar experiences and we know the same folks and have played the same circuit for the last several years. I didn't remember this, but I had met him a couple of years ago when I was playing a benefit and I was having a heart catheterization the next day and he remembered me, he remembered that story, and he asked me how it all came out. We hit it off great right off the bat. The whole band was slapping me on the back and telling me how surprized they were to hear me play guitar, and what a good sound I got once I turned the pedal off...I gotta keep doing what Pee Wee said. Pedals are great in some settings, but that band needs clean sound and once I did what he said, the sound, the tone and the whole presentation improved 100%. I love those guys. Like I told Pee Wee and Jeff (bass) when we were loading out, I'm happy to be on their "A" list. They both said you got it, man. We all hugged and went home in extremely heavy fog cover. I was escorted out of Kemah from the Bay Shore to I-45 by a series of squadrons of cop cars. I don't know what their deal was, but I drove that 4-mile stretch with one cop behind me, one next to me, and one in front of me the whole time. They must have been looking for a DUI, but I was as sober as a judge and driving a textbook course. It was a nice evening. Cheers, WC1

Cool Sory WC You Rock.

great reading !! I would have been a nervous wreck being boxed in by the patrol cars even if i was sober

You get this feeling of discomfort...that sinking feeling...when cops show up on your tail in the middle of the night, no matter what you're doing, just driving along minding your own business. You know he's dialing up your license plate and getting everything on you he can before he flicks on the gumball machines. Heck, I just slowed down and drove real careful like. The visibility was very poor. Hwy 519 is mostly unlit, and even the parts that were lit tended to increase the fogginess. The van was wetter than if I'd just hosed it off...it was covered with a thick coat of moisture, I had the defrost on full-blast and the windshield wipers tappin' time to my little scene with League City's finest. They had me completely surrounded from the time I pulled out of the parking lot until I took the right onto the I-45 feeder. I was like "Thanks for keeping me company, fellas...heck, I shoulda stopped and had some donuts with y'all or something! " But I'd rather have cops with me out there than gangstas or a hornet's nest of Jap bikes or something, ya know. I coulda sworn I saw Edgar Allen Poe walking up the street once I got to downtown Kemah...funeral homes, retirement homes, historic churches, etc...it was a perfect place for him to have shown up to greet me...Cheers, WC1

just dropped in to say.... been jammin' to the supplement !!