Got a busy New Year's Eve...a nursing home gig at 10 am, another at 2:30, yet another at 6:30...and this year I'll finally get to ring in the New Year w/ my soul-mate and rug-rats!

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Last year, my former performing partner Steve (fret-less bass/harmony vocals) and I played the nastiest gig I've experienced...The plumbing broke a few days before, and rather than close down (or get a plumber in to fix it!), the bar owners just "ignored" that delightful raw sewage smell that wafted through the joint.

When we got paid, the management complained that we didn't draw enough of a crowd!

On the way home, Steve stated "Now, I finally know why these places are sometimes called toilets!"