I heard that 'Jazz' is French for 'F-ck'

I played a Jazz gig at Grappolo's in downtown San Luis Obispo tonight and it went as well as it could, considering. I didn't bring my upright because I can't get a good sound in the tiny, concrete club. It feeds back like a mofo.

But I show up and realize that I had forgotten my strap. Dammit. I thought I was all pro and Sh@t. I've normally got everything I could ever need in my gig bag, including a fifth of Bushmills. So I had to perilously rig the shoulder strap from my gig bag as a guitar strap. It was cool, as long as I didn't move. It fell off during 'St. Thomas' and I finished the tune sitting down awkwardly.

I played one particular solo that lit up the whole room. Way to blow up my stupid ego, drunk kids.

Boy am I glad summer's over though. Now that Cal Poly is back in there is an assload of gorgeous women in town now. But with that comes the usual crap, drunken kids wandering in the middle of the street, long lines at coffee shops and liquor stores, no parking, not recognizing people on the street....
Wow. I'm not a bitter local or anything..... Really.

The picture has nothing to do with this post, except that there is an alien playing my bass.