From little acorns...grow big pains-in-the-asses.
As your lawyer, I advise you to think twice before panning my latest release.
I have dangerous friends with a lot of time on their hands who are getting a
bit tired of golf.
Greetings, San Francisco citizens. HereÍs me splashing around in your drinking
water. Thirsty?
It appears that IÍve finally lit my hair on fire. Wondering what took so long,
really.
Buncha fruitbats @ Folsom Street Fair Í04
Entered the Ugly Contest on a lark and co-won First Place with Buck Down from
MUTAYTOR (although, truth be told, I paid off the judges for my finish).
How to Have Adversarial Relations with Hotel Managers Step 1:
Geography Quiz: What foreign city am I in?
If you said Amsterdam, you are correct. Light up object in my right hand and
then go call your mother. If she asks why you sound so out of it, drop your
voice to a whisper and in a conspiratorial tone say, ñThe raven weaves the
green basket at midnight.î Laugh maniacally. Hang up.
NAMM 2004, ANAHEIM CONVENTION CENTER - At the DRUM! Magazine booth with
co-worker/Assistant Editor Don Zulaica. I love Paiste cymbals and all,
but their hay-baler ride was no joke.
NAMM 2006 ReprazentinÍ (but what, weÍre not sure) with that lÍil blue bastard
Brady from MUTAYTOR
Apparently going through some kind of Larry Mullen Jr. phase, rooftop of 447
Sutter with Beat Senseless, 1990.
The successful political career was all well and good, but The Honorable Quentin
Kopp secretly wished that he ripped skins for a blazing modern rock quartet.
Trust me on this one.
SRB & the Discharged Seamen, Chameleon, SF, 1993. If it looks pretty fishy to
you, itÍs because it was, very.
Of course, we started that one off with a near-fatal shark attack. Good thing
the Sturgeon General was around to revive me (groanƒsorry).
Backstage at the I-Beam after the SRB Corporation show, 1994. Photo by Warren
Spicer.
Okay, if only briefly, my hair actually was on fire for this show
ThatÍs what I get for opening the package bomb.
SRB & the Dri Ping Bushmen, Nightbreak, SF, 1995. Jungle voodoo on Haight
Street, with religious mercenaries, primal tomtom thunder, and eventual
Burger King clearcutting. Ook ook!
