The much-anticipated highlights from the kawayzee weekend of playing a show, recording and not sleeping very much at all:

- When Keith was en route to the venue on Saturday night, we had a lengthy discussion about whether he would like us to greet him with a hug or a more traditional handshake. He opted for the disco-style hip bump. I've got to admit - it struck a nice balance between bandmate intimacy and manly aggression that we've been looking for in a greeting. Hip bumps are all the rage in '07!

- The show sold out about an hour before we went on... leading to the inevitable round of cell phone calls and text messages begging us to pull some strings. For the record, friends - at that stage, there's not generally a lot we can do to help. Venues care a whole lot more about currying the fire marshall's favor than pleasing the opening band.

I usually deal with this inevitable situation by turning my phone off and shoving it somewhere cold and dark, preferably where the sun don't shine. On the other hand, Mike (being a much nicer guy than me) frantically returns phone calls and texts, begs the doorman to help him out and generally freaks the F out. The number of my friends that I get in with my "turning off the phone" technique: zero. The number of people Mike gets in with his stressy doodly dandy behavior: zero. As in all things, I win.

Apparently, this isn't a problem for Keith and Nate, probably because they have no friends.

- The show itself was kind of weird. The sound on stage was great, but clearly the audience had very little interest in us. We were interrupting their conversations as they waited for the Mudhens reunion to start. It was the 2nd largest group of people I've ever been ignored by (the first being my parents.)

After working our little behinds off by dancing like monkeys, throwing in a few covers by Crowded House, Fleetwood Mac and Journey, and generally acting the muthafucking fools for an hour, people started to warm up. By the end of the set, I feel like we had won the place over. It's really a great feeling when that happens.

- After meeting and greeting with a few new fans and friends, Keith and I made a hasty exit before the Mudhens hit the stage, leaving Nate and Mike to sit around the club and wait to get paid... until 3:30am. Ah, the premature daylight savings time. That's ok - at least Nate didn't have to wake up early the next morning and record vocals at the studio.

Oh wait...

And on a final note, when I was typing "where the sun don't shine" earlier in this journal, I accidentally made a typo and wrote "where the sun don't shite." I thought it was pretty funny and debated keeping it. This paragraph was my compromise.

Tomorrow... stories of the evil daylight savings morning studio recording session. Ooooooo!