stoogeprac

finally had one monday in preparation for the li'l stoogeband's run of shows this month. had hoped to do more in november but whatthehell. ray-boy told us about getting a flat the night of the me-thinks' last show at lola's when it started raining around closing time. crawling around on the wet ground in the freezing fucking cold wearing t-shirts and long-shorts, trying to find where to position the jack with only a cigarette lighter for illumination: fun times. then he stepped on the base of his mic stand and bashed himself in the teeth (which he used to chew the ivory off his mom's pianner keys when he was three), busting his lip up pretty awesome. ouch. best moment: hearing ray and richard talking about a fort worth punk show they attended back in prehistory and jon teague piping up to say, "i was _in_ that band!" gotta book some shows for next year, hopefully including some with the bastardos de sancho and awesome can wait.