People,

Damn. This weekend was a trip. We packed up the band van and headed down to good old Hyannis for what we all anticipated was going to be a rough gig. A show in a coffehouse on Labor Day weekend on the Cape? Ouch.

Luckily, like most other times, we were proved wrong, although it didn't start that way. When we arrived in downtown Hyannis we were all hungry, and so we did what any self-respecting rock band would do, we headed to Hooters. Now, if I owned this restaraunt I would have called it "Busted Old Unnattractive Broads With Wikked Boston Accents Where the Food Sucks-ers" because I believe strongly in truth in advertising. Pete and I both had the Texas Steak Sandwich and got show threatening diarrhea. Thanks Hooters.

Anywho, after that debacle we went to the club....er....coffeehouse. It was really small (50 person capacity) but it was also really cool. The band opening the night was an all girl new wavy punky band called the Ticks and they rocked. They had also filled the place up so it was a fun atmosphere. FXA took the stage next and was greeted by some pretty rabid rock fans. It was all going so well until.....

During Monsters of Rock I attempted a Scamper-esque jump which, although well executed, did something to my back that should never be repeated. I remember feeling this weird pull and thinking "damn, now that just ain't right. damn."

I managed to finish the show because of the great Hyannis-ites, but by the time we got home I knew I was in trouble. To make a long story short, I spent the last two days on my back feeling like a damn fool.

Rock and roll, people, and watch those backs.