It all started on Saturday. We had one of our best shows. The sound was perfect, the set list was perfect and the crowd was into it. I knew we did well because I actually shook alot of hands afterwords and was congradulated on a good show. That gave the band some momentum. On Sunday I fed the homeless and handed out little crosses made of rock that mom had sent me. They all loved it. Monday was a good day off. I watched a bunch of movies and surfed the net. Tuesday I was bogged down at work and was in meetings all day. Talk about a drag. Then on Wednesday I had decided to take the day off again. I had a doctor's appointment in the morning and the big talent show in the afternoon. I had quit taking a blood pressure medicine because it wasn't working. Also, the doc also wanted to see if I needed surgery for my hernia; so I am scheduled for a lovely upper GI next Friday where I get to try(mind you, try) to swallow chalk(barium). The doc wants me to keep not taking that BP medicine to see if my blood pressure goes up. Anyways, the talent show is the big one. There was about 1000 chiropracters packed into their rec center gym. I love playing in front of so many people. It's like I can feed off of the crowd and get more energy. Our band was scheduled to go on last so we had to sit there and listen to some really horrid acts IMO. Since they were all chiropractors it was like a whole other world. Subluxation? What is that? Apparently it's the root cause of all evil. Also, I cannot believe they have animal chiropractors. Yeah, my dog needs an adjustment. So I get up on stage and we rock the place off. The sound was not perfect because nothing was mic'd and the only microphone available was for the singer, even though we all do backup singing. We got the crowd on their feet. At the very end the drummer runs into crowd and throws them t-shirts and runs back just in time for me to put the guitar behind my head and start soloing. The crowd went wild. Then we waited and the judges came in with their verdict: "Corporate Red wins the first place prize of $1000!" It's nice to have some validation that we don't suck. I knew it all along...

Thought of the Day
Prosecuting Attorney: Doctor, can you give the Court your impression of Mr. Striker?
Dr. Stone: I'm sorry, I don't do impressions, my training is in psychiatry.