Tulips on an organ.

I asked Brendan what he would call a cocktail you don't feel until you've stopped expecting to feel it. Stealth cocktails are your drinks in a coffee mug or a Big Gulp, right? So what do you call the sneaky bastards? I think Ty made me one of those tonight. Ty Bailie: masterful organist/sneaky bastard drink maker. It tasted like a margarita, though. Yum.

Anyway, this was upstairs of the show I went to after practice, a benefit for Haiti with the Fixers, Thee Sgt. Major III and Dinosaurs. Someone kindly provided nourishment for the bands and their friends in the form of whatever Ty put in my drink along with these really, really big pizzas. I mean, here's one with his shoe where four slices once lived. I don't know what size shoe he wears, but I do know I could have sat comfortably in this box and still had room to spare if not for that pizza.

It's his birthday right now (Ty's, not the pizza)! And it was Mike Musburger's birthday until midnight! Both played in at least two of the bands, but neither seemed remotely sweaty or gross when I hugged them to say goodbye for the night. I don't know how they managed that. Must be a birthday thing. I'm going to try it in Missoula next month. Kurt Bloch - not his birthday actually, but I think that every day is your birthday when you're KB -  also played in at least two of the bands. Where these folks store their knowledge completely baffles me. They've got deep brain pockets or something.

Thee Sgt. Major III, stylish as fuuhhhh. Also, check out the sweet white Thunderbird Mr. Sangster is letting me borrow for the weekend!

4/5 of Dinosaurs (not Dinosaur Jr.)! Ty's the other 1/5. You can imagine him on the other side of the stage. (I'll help you! Picture a big B3 - that he let me play while everyone went to see if their car window got smashed in - and giant Leslie speaker and a smiling dude whose shoe is almost the size of four slices of gigantic pizza.)

Oh, about those windows. What I heard is that someone stole a weapon and went up the street bashing in car windows?! I don't know. I (luckily) parked on the side of the street the weapon thief couldn't be bothered to vandalize. And seriously, thank goodness, 'cause I had my bass in my car. Never leave gear in your car, kids. Not ever. Also luckily, everyone has security cameras nowadays. Don't do dumb things like steal weapons and destroy a bunch of (probably) nice folks' windows!

Anyway, one last picture that has nothing to do with any of the above. I was sitting waiting for Sean to calm my hair nerves at Red X earlier when I noticed this on their product shelves:

I'm still pretty sure I have no idea what it is. However, I didn't ask. At any rate, I hope my vag is energizing, too.