Finally the ensemble is complete.
The theme turned out to be very Chris Robinsonish. It was mentioned by a female friend that Chris Robinson doesn't make the girls swoon (because he looks dirty and smelly). I think she is blatantly wrong. Dave and I both have personal proof that is in fact incorrect.
And check out these freaking shoes!
We also tried to get him in the role with being young punks. After a night of cosmic fog bowling...............................
We went back to the crib and played as a quartet until the neighbors started banging on the walls. Apparently electric guitars are especially loud when the amp is leaned against the wall and it is 2 am. Who knew?
All the while, Sigmund is indifferent.
I wish Dave luck, since he even went to the lengths of tweezing his eyebrows. He is well prepared. Now all he has to do is wake his ass up at 5:30 and get out the door.
One last one for good measure! That is one rockin' mofo.
