People,

Last night we brought the rock show to the Abbey Lounge to support the residency of our good friends in Scamper and to drink as much battery acid-like Diet Coke as my little body could hold.

The night began with our pals in Orange Park. We've known these guys for a long time and they pretty much rule. They're also a lot cooler than us, drink more than us, smoke more than us and even toke up in the van. (This is way more rock and roll than our van behavior, which consists entirely of scrabble and passing a box of Fiber 1.)

Anyway, it was great to see those guys and to hear them play. They're REALLY REALLY GOOD....at playing music. They are not so good at starting on time and ambled up to the stage a full forty minutes late like they were the 1991 version of Guns and Roses.

All was forgiven when they played though. Like I said, they're good. After a blazing set, they promised us one more and then............played a 25 minute instrumental. I'm not kidding. Jordan and I crocheted an entire sweater during the bridge of this tune.

Finally, they wrapped it up and went out to the van to bang some hookers. We set up as fast as we could and were told in no uncertain terms that getting back on schedule would be out responsibility (i.e. cut a third of your set and play fast). So we made like the Ramones and played 10 songs in 20 minutes. Short and sweet. This was a drag, but what can you do.

After the set, Justin from Orange Park came up and starting berating us:

"Dudes, I come all this way and you don't play Nobody Knows? It's my favorite!"

Justin, I refer you to the aforemention 25 minute jazz odyssey.

Next up was Scamper, who brought it. They get better every time I see them, and I see them far more than I'd like too.

All in all a good rock night.