Combat Rock

Post-gig, Stix and Stones took an accounting of the assault from Lylepalooza.  Betch determined upon disembarking back home that one of the many gusts of wind that blew through the River Rat during our set, actually did some damage to his much loved "Breedlove" acoustic guitar.  Breakage.  Ouch!   A major crack between the frets and the headstock.  It's one thing to intentiionally throw your guitar into your amp due to a wild music frenzy.  It's quite another thing to have your guitar take off in flight and go crashing down to Mother Earth.  Calling all luthiers. 

Hendrix, Thrash and Chris, all staying at the Lyle Hotel, felt like they had been in Combat Rock all night after the gig.  Freight trains...long and loud.   Not only did Hendrix have to climb up on a dresser to knock out the smoke detector that was beeping every 2 minutes after 1 AM, he also, had those "dawg gone" trains blasting through his room....or I guess ...that was 20 feet from the hotel.  Hendricks decides at 5AM to just pack it up and head north.  Thrash and Chris gut it out until 7 AM and then they are making quick time up
I-5. 
Can we say...earplugs needed???? 

We left Lucky Lefty still snoozing ....we were the lucky ones, staying at Lucky Lefty's.  Comfort..ahh!  T-Bone wagged his tail as we jetted out...asking for one last petting, but we were onto him at 7 AM.

Still looking for my congas.  Miss those girls.  Lucky Lefty promises to have them back to me soon, hopefully unscarred.  :  )