We’re somewhere in the state of Washington. It’s not important exactly where; no, the important thing is that Jerry Sprinter is heading east: home. With Jerry tilted in this direction many thoughts come over me. But first, Jarrod and I witnessed one of the most beautiful interactions between men. Shades was driving and asked...
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Mr. Late Plate… Here I am, looking out the window in the catering room backstage at the Brady Theater in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The band Live is playing on the local rock radio station and it brings to mind our old manager– he used to manage Live. I have lost touch with him, but he...
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I was very excited to play Sunday night’s club gig at Union Hall in Brooklyn. The promoter, Lee Greenfeld, is an honest man, and it is always nice to play for honest bookers. The room is tiny, and holds about 100. It was a perfect night after dealing with fools in Philly. We played...
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There’s a scene in Goodfellas that comes close to what I saw Memorial Day morning. I have tremendous respect for drummer Skip because after Portland he drove us all through the night (and the mountains) to the huge, 4-day outdoor fest that’s lovingly christened Sasquatch. It’s a vast open space called Gorge Amphitheater or...
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Between the palace and the alley Alright, it’s not like I’ve been purposely neglecting my diary duties. I just, y’know, got busy. I’d like to get current, let’s see how current we can get. So we played the Whisky Tuesday night and it went very well. Before the gig we went to Lemmy‘s office, the...
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Let us offer up a toast of cheap red wine to the Sights for earning the respect of thespian rock star Jack Black after some Hollywood shows the band did several years ago in which singer Eddie Baranek called it like he saw it with chords and words. (Baranek’s a proper rock ’n’ roller,...
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