Last night, we descended the stairs to the rock basement for our usual Tuesday night Scamphearsal to make a startling discovery: there was no power. After a few minutes of me flipping circuit breakers and saying "How about now?" to Keith and Nate, we gave up and retired to the living room for a beer-soaked band meeting. I present to you the results of that meeting:

- We came up with a name for our next album - "Scamper: We've Been Drinking."

- We discussed the differences between a moustache show and a Magnum PI show (the main one being, of course, Detroit Tigers hats).

- We determined that most diehard Scamper fans would pay good money to watch Mike bowl.

- Keith used the term "bandwidth" in a distinctly non-technological way, as in "If anyone's got the bandwidth this week, they should help me with this." It was, in a word, nerdy as all fuckabout.

- We discussed the prize for Best Audience Moustache at the Abbey show tomorrow night. It's going to be good. If you don't have a real Groucho, get thyself to ye olde costume shoppe poste hasteeee.

Of course the one thing we didn't do last night was rehearse. So tomorrow night's show should be good. Really.