The Devil...the local weather man.

Back ye minion of great evil and sweaty asses!!!

My god I think I just sweated enough to fill a kiddy pool just typing that.

What I'm trying to say is that its hot, damn hot, real hot. So hot I think my ass cheeks have just melted together into one concelebrant of dimpled flesh.

The air is so thick it feels like I'm trying to breath barbeque sauce. Turn on the oven and I swear it felt like it got cooler in my apartment. A suana feels like its air condition in comparison to the heat outside. Paint melting off cars, junkies selling there stash to by fans, child inexplicably exploding in playgrounds.

ITS FUCKING HOT!!!

I hate hot, hot is not my friend, hot can go to hell. Hot equals fire and in the imortal words of one monosylabic genius, Frankentein's monster....

FIRE BAD!!

Even that pieced together mofo regonizes that summer time sucks cancerous donkey schlong.

Give me cold weather over hot anytime. In the winter you can stay in doors, turn up the heat, throw on some extra clothes, and snuggle up under some blankets.

Summer time, once your naked and all your fans are on hight, you've pretty much run out of ideas.

And when it comes to relationships, cold weather is definetly your best friend.

Its cold outside, so how about you and your loved one just lay in bed and cuddle all day. Hm, sounds like a great idea doesn't it. Cold weather promotes cuddling with your partner, share in each other's body heat. Cold weather is the poster child for cuddling world wide.

Now hot weather on the other hand. Can't get away from your "loved" one fast enough. As if your body heat isn't bad enough, now they want to inflict you with theres too.

And let us not forget sex...

Cold weather, you are having hot, passionate monkey love and as a added extra bonus, you are no longer cold.

Hot weather, two writhing bodies pooring sweat, slidding off each other like slip and slides. Unbearable, overwhelming heat pushing you to go faster, harder, begging for that release to finally come, hitting you like a speeding bullet.

Ok....so that was a bad example.

And whats the weather man have to say about all this with a giant "I just ate a happy pill" smile on his face.

You think today is hot, wait tell you see tomorow

He is the Devil I'm telling you...

Well another weekend has passed and, you guessed it, I was out partying up the high life while downing golden delicious beers while surrounded by gorgeous, giggling models.

Ok, not really, but isn't that how the beer comercials say its suppose to be??

Actually what I did was take an out of town adventure to see Spanky's band Stone Hog play.

Little problem resulted in this weekend for these gigs. Turns out there was some large music festival going on at the same time. Which meant there was practically no one there tell the festival ended.

So for the first two hours, the only people there were people associated with the band. Except one biker couple who showed up just before the gig started.

I don't know if they where there just out of habit, had nothing to do and stopped at the first place the seen, or heard a band was playing and was curious. Either way, judging by there reactions, they where quite happy with the band.

At least, thats what I'm guessing from the guy calling out "You rule!" and "I love that song!" and "I've never heard a band before that I've loved every song they did!"

I don't know about you, but that sounds like he was happy.

The funny thing is, the guy looked like a young, buff Dustin Hoffman. Only he had one of those fluffy mustachw goate kind of things going. Where it looks like its a beard, only the sides are shaved off it.

Oh, this gets even better.

During a couple of the songs early on, him and his girlfriend(wife?) got up and danced to a few tunes. Now the guy said some funny shit between songs, but his dancing took the cake.

He was, quite purposely mind you, doing the funkiest dances you will every see a biker do. Imagine a guy in black leather chaps with fringes down the sides, hard ridding boots, button down jean shirt with the sleaves ripped off. Now imagine that guy being a young Dustin Hoffman with a beard/goate.

YOu got that mental image locked in your head???

Good, now here comes the clincher.

Now imagine him doing the funky chicken. Then switching over to cabbage patch *redneck translation: stirring the soup*. Then switching to the running man.

Yeah, I can hear you all laughing right now.

The finally clinch, he was trying to get his wife to do a dance with him. For all of you who has seen House Party with Kid and Play, you'll recognize this dance.

He takes two bouncing steps back, then two bouncing steps forward, then raises his foot up to tap on the foot of the dancer in front of him.

Unfortunetly his girlfriend(wife?) didn't seem to want to play along with him. Though I'm telling you right now, that man can do a mean funky chicken and man he could do that Kid and Play dancing shit to a tee, even if he is doing it alone.

Now that particular night they played, in my humble opinion, the best they have ever done. Despite a lack of audience for the first two hours.

After two hours the place slowly filled up tell next thing I know, it was pretty packed to the brim. Large groups of people dancing to the music, others cheering at the end of songs, and even more calling out for songs to be played again.

Now, as a little back history here. This bar is in the same town, about an hour away from here, that has the Alibi, there first out of town gig. Apparently its also owned by the same people, hence why two different gigs in the same town.

The cool thing is, the band did so well and the owner was so pleased that they have booked them for gigs every other weekend from Labor day to the end of December. Friday and Saturday for each gig, payed for each night, switching bars with each new weekend.

Add on the fact a bar in town is booking them as often as they can, and another bar trying to work a deal out with the band to play exclusively in there bar alone when playing in town.

Pretty much means the band is going places pretty fast and will probably not have a free weekend for the rest of this year.

Gotta say, with as well as they play and how hard they have worked to get here. They definetly deserve this and more.

Kinda proud of this band....

can almost cry, my boys all growing up.

It's about time - Wednesday, Jul. 07, 2004
An Honor for Chrome - Friday, Feb. 20, 2004
A great loss - Monday, Oct. 20, 2003
a terrible announcement. - Tuesday, Sept. 09, 2003
Chrome speaks: - Friday, Sept. 05, 2003