how not to roll
*sigh*

*sigh*

It was 20 years ago today...
No wait, more like 30 years. At any rate, 2/3 of THC gets back into the rehearsal studio to begin a new chapter. Look out world, here comes Bistro Fries and the Melody Makers.
Stunning crop art has sprung up across rice fields in Japan, but this is no alien creation. The designs have been cleverly planted. Farmers creating the huge displays use no ink or dye. Instead, different color rice plants have been precisely and strategically arranged and grown in the paddy fields. As summer progresses and the plants shoot up, the detailed artwork begins to emerge.

I think this is lesson number 3 for the boy, and he's doing syncopated 16th shuffles. Sick. If he practices, look out...
Wait, we have to be at Camp Pendleton when?!?
Wait, we have to be at Camp Pendleton when?!?
Back to an old haunt with some old friends and some old songs. But a new bass. Something's got to change (other than the amount of gray in my hair)

An un-planned event, but sometimes you find something and it follows you home...

Literally. It is the end of the week. And I'm done. For the week that is...
Up early, meetings until 1230, drive through desert, flight at 1600, eat in between the time cracks, land at 1630, into work for impromptu meetings, drive home in time for the boy's drum lesson, send emails and write briefs, and...
back away from the laptop...no one has to get hurt here...