It really is a small world after all!

Had a great show tonight at the Coach House in San Juan Capistrano, and a funny story for you. After we leave the stage, I'm by the door chatting with people and a woman comes over to say hello. She heard Bobbo's dedication of our new song "This Town" to our hometown of Billerica, MA and had to come meet because her brother lives there, and it was such an odd coincidence. So I ask her brother's name, on the off chance that Bobbo or I might happen to know the family. Well, as it turns out, not only do I know the family, I dated her nephew! In fact, we were very good friends for a number of years, and my Junior Prom dated to boot. Oh, and he was the first musician I dated (a drummer!), so Bobbo, you have Ryan Holohan to thank!

Funny how you can go all the way to the other side of the country and still find connections to people back home.

Women have no intellectual interest in music? Bullshit!

Oooh, this article irks me to no end. One of the authors - a woman no less! - essentially says that women are mental midgets (no offense intended to midgets) whose primary response to music is to scream, cry and pick which member of the band they'd sleep with first. Ugh. Just for the record, I would love to have a conversation about Ahmet Ertegun and chances are that I do love the Clash more than anyone else around the table at the time. So there.

Ever have one of those mornings...

...where you wake up half an hour late for work, rush through your shower just to step smack dab in the middle of the most enormous pile of cat vomit you've ever seen, then spend the next 15 minutes searching in vain for the carpet cleaner that you had in your hand the night before and now has mysteriously disappeared off the face of the earth making you just that much later for work? And people wonder why I hate mornings.