art of the jam

jam-meister lee allen woke up last night in time to toddle on down to the li'l wreck room with his new bag o' line 6 pod tricks and play some real cool improv shite (rule o' the night: no covers!) with darrin kobetich and your humble chronicler o' events (for the first set, anyway) on gtrs and mike padilla (ex-el salvador birthday bash) kickin' the traps. we set up on the floor again, as there was no soundman, and played to the meager handful o' folks that were there (tell all the people that you see, _it's still open_, carl sez he has no idea when it's closing). no bartender on the "wreck west" side, etc. jon teague and eric harris were in the house, briefly, but took their ex-yeti meeting of the minds to the chat room. reg'lar jamcats ron geida 'n' john shook wound up heading off someplace else, too. da kobe told me that he and his ex-hammer witch bandmate wayne abney will join texas metal alliance (a sorta supergroup featuring ex-gammacide/rigor mortis/when life has ceased musos) for one song at the ridglea theater's "sluggfest xi," an all-day (doors at 2pm) metal meltdown this sat'day, 6.2.2007, with a lengthy card that also includes our faves urizen (who'll debut a new song there) and when faith fails.

finally got to meet steve-o from the caravan of dreams in person. nice cat (thanks for the beers, brah!). he's talkin' 'bout putting together a punk-'zine type compilation of folks' reminiscences of the '80s scene here in the fort (the decade i spent guarding freedom's frontier). sounds like a good idea to me. he also bought a coupla copies of the wreck room stories book, and we yakked about el wreck and "scenes" in general. also why so few folks are chronicling the one we have here in the panther city. and so on.