Folks,

On Saturday FXA wended their way to the seat of our country to directly tickle the rock and roll grundle of this fine nation. And for the most part it was worth it, maybe.

First of all we got to drive ten hours in the van to get there... in the rain... which sucked. But once we arrived we were greeted with free beer (courtesy of very rocking, beautiful and multiply tattooed Heather) and that, to quote Jordan, "was bad ass."

In addition to the drinking we also got to hang out with our new best friends in Orange Park, a band you should do yourself a favor and check out. They were really good and are also very cool guys to get hizzzammered with.

Actually, I guess the only real downside to the trip was that we played like a bunch of nursery school children who have been blindfolded and deafened and then asked to play rock songs they've never heard before on instruments they've never touched. It weren't pretty, people. Oh well, a bad one once in a while keeps you honest I guess.

After that we hit the road to bring our battered rock machine back home for a few small repairs. She's up and running again though, and tonight's show at the Lizard is going to be so damn hot that I'd wear sunscreen if I were you.

(PS. We head to Brooklyn tomorrow to begin recording. I'm still going to try and post about what's going on, but the entries may have to be posted at night and I may miss a day or two. Rock)