Stella Artois Presents

The show at the Lion's Lair last night could go down as one of the best Weinland shows of all time. We were all on the same page some how. We didn't speak about it before hand and didn't need to. It didn't matter how many people were there or how good the sound was. It didn't matter that I was exhausted or that I lacked a seriously good costume. We were loose and sonically tight at the same time. We started songs with sweet jam sessions and expanded the energy on Autumn's Blood so much that I thought the stage was going to explode. I woke up this morning and asked myself what happened last night? Was it the fantastic pairing of rock and facial hair on Rantzy's head (see below)? Was it the free beer (probably didn't hurt)? Was it the raucous local crowd of zombies and lions(also, see below)? It doesn't make much sense logically because this show was booked three days ago from the road in a desperate attempt to make up for our canceled show in Denver on Thursday. There was no press and no money on a night where everyone is dressed up like their favorite fantasy character and wanting to go to a costume competition dance off with deejays and spiked punch. The cards were definitely staked against us. But these last minute additions is exactly why playing music and traveling on the road is so addictive. Granted it IS hard, tiring, and I am so poor that I might as well shack up in the nearest shantytown. But you never know what you are going to get or what's going to happen. It's the unexpected expectations. The moxie. The unspeakably good performances. Everything and anything. It's what keeps you going when you wake up in the morning with a splitting headache after four hours of sleep and you're sleeping next to another dude on a bed that's really made for one and he is trying to spoon with you because he's dreaming about Cindy Crawford. Oh the sacrifices...

The rest is all pics. Take it all in. Last night was a good one.

Hippie Rock Shearer

Sheriff Brown


Raugust all fog machined out

Purple Haze, right across a very busy street from the club. I also was approached by the most methed out human being I have ever seen. This is coming from a guy who lived in Tacoma for 4 years. Just sayin'. Definite downtown activity.

Ol' Man Cowboy Lyles

Bellied Up!

Alright. I got a good story about these locals. First off, I want to say that everyone I met at the Lion's Lair was hilariously drunk and jolly. Except for Donald Duck on the right. And I can't blame him. Because zombie lady in the middle was wasted and trying to bite the jugular of every male in the club. She came at me with vengeance and forced me against the bar only to make out with my neck for a split second. I was really uncomfortable because I could tell that Donald was with Zombie Lady and he wasn't happy. After going for my jugular she went for the dude's neck on the left . She forced herself on him and instead of backing off, he embraced it and acted the part. He then preceded to put his arm around her and take full advantage of the "drunktayciousness" going on. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Donald taking off his duck mitts and starting to make a fist. Donald was furious. I tried to strike up a conversation with him but it wasn't going to happen. Luckily, he kept his cool long enough to drag that Zombie lady out of the bar. I thought I was going to see my first bar fight of the tour. Oh well...better luck next time.

Too good to be true?

This street fighter stole my Thunderbolt

Straight quote from Lion Cub; "I'm not allowed within three hundred yards of a school!!!" He screamed in the bar. Don't know where it came from but it was pretty funny. He got bit by the Zombie Lady too but in the "teet" and then preceded to run around the bar telling everyone in high drama fashion that he no longer has a right "teet".

Goodbye ya'll. Drive safe now, you hear?