Curse You Thunder Cats!!!
We are in a motel in Chehalis, WA. I am sitting in front of a mirror, completely surrounded by tootsie roll wrappers. The movie playing on the television is rife with over-acting and bad accents. "Something is going to happen to someone near here!" Exclaims the child in the back of a taxi. Cody "Mumrah" Rivett is sitting directly behind me commenting on how clubby his newly broken finger is. Yes, our bassist is down a digit thanks to an unfortunate load-in accident. He played the entire set with blood running down his right arm and leg. The fall would have been of less consequence had Cody not used his body to break the fall of Jack's piano amp. Way to take one for the team, Cody.

Derek made it to day seven with his mustache!! Congrats on the victory, buddy. As stated in the agreement of Wichita, Kansas I now have license to shave Cody's beard into whichever Civil War era mustache I please. The Mutton-stache is still leading the polls.

We have but three shows left with Brooke. It will be sad to see her go, and we are all grateful she could stay as long as she did. I am interested to see how we sound as a four piece. Portland is our next stop. My brother lives just south of there and is coming to our show. I am giddy to see him. Take care.

Derek made it to day seven with his mustache!! Congrats on the victory, buddy. As stated in the agreement of Wichita, Kansas I now have license to shave Cody's beard into whichever Civil War era mustache I please. The Mutton-stache is still leading the polls.

We have but three shows left with Brooke. It will be sad to see her go, and we are all grateful she could stay as long as she did. I am interested to see how we sound as a four piece. Portland is our next stop. My brother lives just south of there and is coming to our show. I am giddy to see him. Take care.




























