the night before the night before

— gonna sleep for 5 or so, then pack and load at HQ before. Final rehearsal in 10 hour.s.  Unfortunately not taking my sweet Vox to Warsaw — new territories + train travel = hazard for snazzy new amp… no Gretsch this time… Mera Luna was a cakewalk with all that stage and all those lights and debuting Justin — we have no idea what we’re up against in Poland, so we’re going old school, and I’m bringin’ Old Blue.

Maybe next year, maybe by Whitby I’ll be rockin’ a very spezial hollow-body I’m hoping gets rescued by star for the love of the game–

After rehearsal, reload — meetings, then poker until we board the train.  Already packed with grapefruits, tobacco, pears, vitamins, grains, nutz, teabags, water, gin cards, poker cards, nude cards, emergency whiskey in plastic bottle courtesy of the Polskadots from Cork, etc.

Frank sez: Don’t forget the effin’ banner!

remind me to grab it

…my ship has never run aground…

…some of the hottest peppers since Mera Luna… Jaymo still contends they only made him blush.

Chapter Six

So here ’tis, lads and lasses, my humble yet feeble attempt at keeping a ship’s log of the shenanigans this clumsy crew of classy gents gets into on the road in the great rock’n’roll battlefield has found a gorgeous new dwelling with an amazing view — the windows thrown open wide–

live updates – crappy fotos – serious damage control editing after the fact, so get there early.  This is a continuation of an occasional blog theme i began when i joined Frank’s band of merry pranksterz.

This log has been activated on October 14th – about 58 hours before leaving port…

on the Warsaw Express…

stay tuned