Hour 14
Hour 15
Hour 16
Hour 17
Hour 18
Hour 19
Hour 20
Hour 21
Hour 22
Hour 23
Hour 24
Hour 25

17th hour: 14 people

Got back from the radio and played bass on Impressions, uh-oh, this seems more like reality than the stuff out there. Got back to be called a liar by a kid who is not only wrong, otherwise mistaken and mixed-up, but also is over-amped on sugar and wouldn’t have seen Ross if tripped over him…duh!? He plays pretty good nonetheless. Start-stop-start-stop, like a traffic cop in Rome, alas, Blue Bossa…I have three things to say about that tune…I can’t remember what they are, but I know there are three things… Brice is yawning, needs a nap, his eyes are red, ok, not like red red, sorta red red red. The room is full of Krispy Kreme energy, imagine how different history would have been if the Grateful Dead had discovered these cop-killers. PintoPammy and Dudley returned, we played Pink Panther, Wrap Your Troubles in Dreams, and Don’t Be That Way (if you’re keeping score). Headed into the last trimester with a small but mighty group…ok…mighty small.