Went to see Steve Randall play with this band at the JavaLounge last night. Packed house, not even standing room. Ramboullet ripped, shredded, and delicately danced above this extremely tight four-piece. OMG. Good songwriting and strato-rippin’ by Don Shapireau. Steve sang! Sounded just like a Beatle.

Missy came and sold CD’s. I brought Blaze, whom she hadn’t seen in like fifteen years. The doorman was Murder Merchant’s hyper-metal guitarist friend, Tommy, now playing in Black Leather Daddy. Small World.

Afterward, Steve introduced me as ‘some guy I once played in a faggot sci-fi band with a thousand years ago’.

I was honored.