We're back............

Hello to all and welcome back to our never-ending saga of "road notes". Let me first off say that I want to thank anybody in the past or future who has/will come out to see us play. We had such a great time last tour that as we gear up for our next, I can't help but think of all the cool people we have met along the way. Those who have given us a place to crash late night, bought us a drink when we are poor (always), signed the e-mail list, help us load/unload our gear, sell merchandise, or just come up and say great job after the show, it all helps and we thank you. As many of you already know, we are out and about again around this great country we call home and plan to be till the spring of 2004 in support of our new cd as yet untitled.

We started last week with some shows in Iowa and Chicago and as always, had a great time. The first show we played was in Ames at a place called Boheme. That place rocked our little instruments into a fury they have not felt in a long time. The crowd was off-the-hook and we met tons of cool GTO fans that we didn't even know we had there, props to you all.

We then hooked up with our friends Swizzle Tree from Chicago for the next couple of shows in Iowa City and Chicago. As always, we not only got to see a great show, but had lots of time to catch up over shots and beers. We have played shows with them in the past and plan to do more in the future. If you have not seen them yet, make a point to catch a show, great band, great guys.....

In our boredom driving from Ames to Iowa City I said to Curt and James, "how bout we take some pictures in the van for the website so people can see how cramped and shitty it is in here". Nobody was too excited, but I was determined to unleash this beast to the public. Thinking that it might be better if we struck a pose for these shots I said, "let's get wicked in these shots", and that, spawned the energy we needed to pull these puppy's off.

James went first and picked his nose and then ate it. Curt went next and buffed up his 85 pound temple by lifting weights while driving. I on the other hand, was stumped on what to do. But how could this be? It was my idea in the first place. So after a break for gas and drinks it came to me...."how bout I moon oncoming traffic through the front windshield?" Sounded funny and the picture would capture it right? You bet, so I pulled down my jeans and stuck my "white as snow but soft as a pillow" ass firmly against the glass and we all had a good belly laugh for like 5 minutes after.

As we rolled into Iowa City, we got a hotel and then I took the van to a nearby camera shop in the mall to pick up an extra video card for our digital camera as it only holds like 10 pics at a time. I shuffle through the daytime shoppers and find myself at the "Ritz Camera" store and like a child lost in a big city I say, "yeah can you tell me what kind of card I need to get for this camera?". This guy who has probably worked in a camera store his whole life said, "no problem" and proceeds to show me every new thing that has come out in the last ten years for digital camera's. Then starts to tell me how silly I am for only having an 8 gig card when I could own a 120 gig card for only 35 bucks or something, taking my picture storage from 10 to like 80 or maybe even more, I can't remember. Needless-to-say I was sold instantly, not only because it seemed like a good deal, but I wanted to get the hell out of the store before he really "got going".

As he began to ring up my purchase, I quickly thought, this guy knows everything, maybe he can change the resolution of the pictures on the camera so it's on the highest setting (something I could never figure out). At the risk of letting him know that I didn't know how to run my own camera, I had to ask him. He said, "sure let me see it", and I gave him the camera from my pocket. He said "what you gotta do is hit this.....then a wave of panic came over my body as he was about to turn the camera on and I remembered my bare ass on the windshield. Knowing fully it was to late to stop him, all I could do was let him turn it on. He did, then his eyes jumped back to mine and looked at me like no one ever has ever looked at me before, like I was truly crazy, or perverted, or even worse, both.....

There was maybe 2 seconds of silence (which seemed like 10 minutes waiting to see what he was about to say) then without warning we both erupted like a volcano into laughter as there was nothing else to do after seeing my white cheeks so clearly. After a short but awkward break he went on to fix the problem and gave me back the camera. As I left the store still crackin' up inside, I could only think that this was a great tale in the ongoing saga of..."Road Notes"

Take care all and hope to see you out at a show this year...

Much Love,
Bob