How do folks? My buddy Walt and I had a great time visiting Katie and Justin. There were good times to be had by all. Then out came the instruments of destruction! This has got to be the strangest Rock Band of all time, and NO, I did not take a picture of myself living large. If I did, then either my real red and white Fender Strat or shameless self promotion would give me away!
Here's Big Daddy Walto rocking out with a itty bitty Gibson.
And Justin pounding electronic skins.
Every rock band needs a singer.
The name for the band came from something that happened to "I Go Commando" Justin a while back. He had a hole in his jeans and his Mom said that she liked his peach colored ... ahem ... underpants. Sarcastic, edgy, exceedingly cool AND funny! She's a genius! On the other hand, the name does sound like a drink that comes with an umbrella in it. What do you think?
Happy B-Day to Justin. We will celebrate on Friday. Walt is off to a gig in Arkansas and probably won't make it back in time, but I certainly will. More on that later!
Got a meme tag from Kylie at the Wild Onion Cafe. I'm supposed to write my memoir in six words. It's a toughie, but here's what I've got so far ...
Farm raised soldier physicist finds Love.