Show a Little Mersey

I know. The titles are getting lamer and lamer. This has to do with a complex math equation:Less sleep + More booze + Even more paperwork + Too much driving + Writing blogs in a van = A serious decline in the quality of pretty much everything.Pretty much everything except the rock and roll, that is. Amazing how the circumstances just get more and more stupid and the band gets better and better. We played for 3 hours last night and though it wasn't remarkable for the WHOLE 3 hours, there was certainly some of the best individual song performances we've ever had.

As you may have guessed the camera still isn't working. This kitten's name is Earnest T. Bass. What a great name for a cat. Can you dig him?

Today began (for me) at 9am. This is particularly unfortunate because I went to bed at 7am. I was up doing FACTOR paperwork. Seriously. It had to get done because we (and by we, I really mean our producer, Rick - he's a genius with the material but he's not terribly interested in semantics like paperwork and deadlines) blew out 4 deadlines in the last year. If someone gives you five figures of money I suppose it's reasonable to expect they want a product no more than a year after the original deadline (and three subsequent). So, I stayed up late doing paperwork and got up early to find a Staples in Saint John to finish it. It got done. Like the titles of these blogs, it's not pretty but it's done.

After that is was the long drive to Liverpool. We had originally intended to take the Ferry but were a bit naive about the cost of it. For 5 blokes and an extended-mini van hauling a trailer the cost was $495. Unless they serve champagne, caviar, steak and high priced escorts on the trip it just didn't seem worth it. And I could find no literature on the internet that guaranteed those things were included. As such, we drove.And when we arrived - six hours later - it was just the homecoming we'd hoped for. Michael & Heather were just as entertaining and generous as we remembered. The show was supposed to start at 9 but no one was there. So, we waited. The show was pushed to 10 but no one was there. At this point Len & I went out on the deck of the Mersey (which faces the main street) and began - essentially - to busk. We played two or three tunes and by the time we had finished the house across the street (that was having a party) had a crowd of people gathered at an open window to hear us play. By that time a small crowd had grown inside and we played the show proper. The first set was for a relatively intimate group but it swelled for the second half and all kinds of folks were dancing, grinding, drinking and singing along with the band (our hostess included). It was a great vibe and a great group of folks and once again I was really happy with the way the boys played.I think I found my bed @ 5am. We were - boy this is getting old - once again up until 4am with our host and hostess and a few others just having a good time. The acoustic guitars stayed out after the proper show and we went through what was essentially a 3rd and 4th set as we sat around, caught up and told stories. I guess we'll sleep when we're dead.

This kitten may look confused because he saw an unusual sight at 5am. Whoever said rock and roll was glamourous did not draw the short straw and have to sleep with a Portuguese man in a king sized bed with red, satin sheets. This cat is now a believer.