Dawn. A new day. A new lease on life. A chance to do some good for society. A chance to make our dreams come true. A chance to do laundry. Thankfully we did all of those, starting with the laundry. After that, we walked to the beach to do a little volunteer lifeguarding.
Sure enough, we soon heard the cries of a small boy drowning in the ocean, and we rushed to save him. Mike was first to the scene.
I followed right behind him in hot pursuit.
Unfortunately, he was too quick for me, and I lost him.
The boy drowned. Frustrated, I took a seat in the sand and decided I could use a little color, and a long nap.
Before we left, we realized we had been lying next to a giant shit tank that was unloading waste onto the beach, which, as the big sign said, was extremely toxic and dangerous. I Love LA!
We returned to Steve and Kate's and were adopted by Phil (of The Grommits and Stop, Revolt fame) and Abby (of Phil's girlfriend, and Third Watch guest-star fame), and went out for lunch and some drinks. We all had a good time talking about "gear" and that time I crapped in my pants in my Elvis suit. They invited us to a birthday party at a bookstore nearby, and the birthday boy was an 80 year-old doctor who once sewed a man's penis back together. We certainly couldn't say no to that, so we got all dolled up and headed on out. Mike was thrilled to be hanging out with a B-list movie actress.
Phil posed next to his favorite album, Woody Woodbury's, "First Annual Message From The President Of The BOOZE IS THE ONLY ANSWER CLUB"
Unfortunately we had to leave the party to go to our gig at The Gig in West Hollywood.
The Gig was a lot like the old Continental in NYC, a big black rectangle, however, the Continental never made us buy tickets beforehand, never made us sign a ten page contract, and instead of 5 shots of anything for 10 bucks, it was 5 shots of anything for 50 bucks. I Love LA! However, the stage did have a curtain, so I guess it all evens out. We planned on playing "The Church of Song" start to finish, but had to skip a couple songs towards the end due to time constraints (as per Article XI of our contract). I was also hoping to perform Officer Bill with honorary lifeguard and SJSLCB co-founder Steve, but we didn't have time for that either. John borrowed Phil's keytar though (thanks Phil), which provided some entertainment. The entire show was videotaped and can be seen by cutting and pasting the link below into your browser.
My guitar is way too loud, and crappy, and you can't hear the drums and bass really, so that sucks. It was fun though, and once again a bunch of friends showed up and we had a good time. Then I went back to Steve's place and puked. The usual.
"you pretty little town, you sad flower in the sand"--deconstruction