Lately, the weather's changing like a non-sequitor. It's Spring. It's Summer. It's Fall. Look, cherry blossoms. The wind is blowing. The sun is warm. Now it's not. Wait, why are we going to Williamsburg?
Oh, right. Balthrop, Alabama played the back room of Monkeytown last night, the new place with the projection screens and the couches, the one that makes it OK to go to Williamsburg; that place is fun. And they brought Scary Mansion. And a bunch of new songs and some pretty polish on the old ones. And I guess something happened to all the regular drummers/keyboard-players/lead-guitarists/pedal-steel players--like they all three tried to walk through a door at the same time and got stuck--because there's a ringer at the kit and he's thumping away.
Anyway that was fun and you really need to be there the next time they play somewhere. Mary.
Also, I got to live out my Mal Evans fantasy.