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I have to admit to y'all, this thing here makes me feel supercool and yet detached. The folks who've already replied are true studs (the guy who e-mailed me 6 hours after the page went up scares me a little, but not much), and I appreciate the welcome wagon wholeheartedly, but I can't help feeling a bit like Whoopi Goldberg in her latest MCI commercial, when she nervously inquires as to the whereabouts of the voice-over announcer guy who is telling her about all of the wonderful savings, etc. etc. She goes, "Do you mind telling me where you are? I'm feeling a little ODD." You get the idea, even if you don't sit around memorizing the dialogue of MCI commercials like I do.

I know I promised you maiden voyagers I would talk about music, and I will, I will! Last night's gig (11/17/95) at Bourbon Square was majestically wonderful. Lest you think this is ego-driven blather about how fucking great we are, I can assure you that I don't always feel this way (Mike will surely attest to the manic-depressive nature of my post-show behavior. Mike's music makes me so, emotional....). Sometimes the wildness gets a bit much for my taste, sometimes the on- stage communication is not crystal clear (here's that alternative viewpoint I promised), sometimes I'm even a hypercritical asshole. Last night was "tight but loose" in only the most orgasmic way for me, at least (wasn't that the name of a Led Zep fanzine?). Let me tell you about it............

The set opened with a warped "Cheddar", in which the superfast lick that I could never really play anyway was played really slow, turning the tune into a funky dirge-like thing (I'll do someting really special for anyone who can correctly transcribe that lick. I know--nobody cares about that shit here on the Bryan's-wearing-a red- dress page, you all just want to know if I tucked my schlong underneath or to the side. I'm not telling.) We swung right into "Snowcow", whose held F# chord provided us a delicious little bridge into "Aglow", complete with a new extended ending. I want to take this second to worship the bass playing of Doug Lunn; "Aglow" and "Bullys(sic)" are complete musical statements of a whole musician in every sense of the word. There. Other highlights included the truncated version of the "Dolphins" stuff ("Them Dolphins Is Short?") segued into "The Immigrant Song". This really pleased the house sound guy, whose name is Swan and sings lead in a Led Zep tribute band (and you thought that the above Led Zep reference was a non-sequitur, eh? I'm anal-retentive, remember--I'm incapable of a non-sequitur. What was I just talking about, uh, oh yeah, llamas). Swan not only is an efficient sound guy, he has the same look, hair, and most importantly, demeanor of Robert Plant. Imagine this delicate man doing your sound in a bar in Van Nuys, asking for kick drum in that soft, Welsh voice of his (Mike swears he's from Alabama, or Michigan, or something). "Skunk", "Scotch", and some other song titles synonymous with methods of inebriating one's self followed, and much fun was had by all. The just-plain-Valley-folks at Bourbon Square are quite nice, and I recommend patronage if you like that sort of East-Coast feel with San Fernando Valley people inside. Well, maybe it's not for everyone.

OK then, I hope you all eat huge wads of turkey in a few days, preferably with other people that you feel comfortable doing that sort of thing in front of. Me, I'll be eating light if I want to keep my girlish dimensions of 39-33-40 intact. Thank you for your cooperation and talk to you in December.......B.B.