THIS IS IT!!!

So much fun that even Satan gets dizzy thinking about it.
It's finally here! The Las Vegas Shake Down 2010 has hit the streets of Sin City and it's like a M-80 has exploded in my pants! This shit is going down Hard & Nasty, like cheap liquor, or like an over-zealous prostitute. If you miss out on seeing the Zeros and the Rip Offs tonight, then you might as well just fuck off right now and go kill yourself immediately if not sooner. I was reminded by Jesse last night of the last time the Rip Offs played here in what, 1994? 1995? At that little Mexican restaurant with Cyanide Blues and Boba Fett Youth (I think)? Oh man was that gig Epic!! What? You weren't there? Of course you weren't, Fagz. You were probably still shitting your pants in kindergarten when that gig went down, or listening to Pearl Jam and thinking you were 'Extreme'. Redeem yourself and see this gig! The Rip Offs are only getting back together to play this gig. You will not be disappointed. Believe that. Stay away from the Beauty Bar at all costs tonight, because it's just a ghey ass Rockasilly happening, but Deadbolt is bad ass though. Saturday is all about the Humpers and the Dragons and the Mau Maus @ the Beauty Bar. Hope you got tickets for that one, because I heard it's SOLD OUT! Deana, I'll be looking at you that night! ;-) If I live through my Beauty Bar experience, I may be laughing at the Poseurs playing there on Sunday, but it's highly doubtful. Anyways, get your ass out to the gigs, get drunk, dance around, and just forget all your troubles and hang ups, even if just for a minute. Music is a Gift. Enjoy the fuck out of it.
The meteor shower was Amazing!! I drove out to Red Rock to take it all in. Beautiful. Just like Gibson's 2nd Birthday party was. 2 for 1 whiskey shots, cake, candy and Raiders football. I'm glad band practice got cancelled, to say the least! LOL The Raiders looked good. Defense was solid, and we actually had a passing threat. Scary. It's a good time of the year. Hope you feel the same.
Here's to the future... whatever that may be. Yeah, I updated the website, as you can obviously see. Everything old is gone. It's 2007. Time for a fresh outlook and stuff. Lemme know what you think, check the shit out (the Calendar page is pretty fucking sweet, and the Downloads page has the long lost Cyanide Blues 7" that never came out) and I'll talk to ya later. I'm gonna go pass out for a few days...
June 16, 2004
Despite the fact that the Suicidals were supposedly after me, and despite the fact that I drank more than I ate, I am back and alive and well and with tons of stories to tell. In keeping with my Indian heritage, I'm gonna tell you right off the bat that the details might not all be correct, and I may get a few things mixed up, but generally you can get a feel as to how things went on the Tour. I tried to be semi-responsible by keeping a journal, but with the late nights and constant drinking it was kinda hard to keep up with things, but I did, and unfortunately it was all for naught, since Pitt spilled Powerade all along my purse just outside of Chico, CA. and basically smeared all my writings... booooooooo. Oh well. I had so much fucking fun that I could die now and be very very happy as to how things worked out. To say that we killed almost everyplace we played (except for Seattle, and maybe Hollywood) is an understatement. We made tons of friends... lots of important contacts... and just generally established the band as a force to be reckoned with. Special fucking thanks to Hank The Belt-Buckle-Adjusting Roadie... those crazy kids in Reno... Slick Rick in S.F., our buddies in Nothing Yet... The Legendary Johnny B (The Reverend Horton Heat incognito) in Medford, OR., all the ex-Las Vegas people in Portland that we got sick and twisted with while we were up there... our beautiful and gracious hosts in the City Of Angels Johnny & Alana... Big Irish & Darby in Livermore, CA., Kevin @ The Anarchy Library... Karin & Matt in Lake Tahoe, and Boyd too, who remembered me from my Cyanide Blues days many moons ago. Fucking Hell... there's too many people to thank, but I'm not gonna forget to thank The Half Empties, 'cuz without them, none of this would have been possible, and without them, it would not of been as much fun as it was. You guys are the best, and thanks again for all the good times and for the bag of ribs. So uhhm yeah... the first date of the Tour was right here in Las fuckin' Vegas, and you can click here to check it out, and you can click here to see all the beautiful pictures that Hank took of us ugly bastards.