The last couple of days have been wild. And may i say good afternoon to the amazing Bernie's. Truly my vote for Rookie Of The Year. In the same vain as the Godfathers or the Ramones. Fashioned by fire over years. Emerging as a band that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Yes folks. These guys are the real deal. Ahead of their time. And if nowhere is where this band came from then that's where i'm from too.
Anyhoo....
We had one gig that went into a crazy sunburned vacation and into another gig. I've seen the Bernie's so much i feel like we're fucking. No doubt if any one of them breaks the law i can offer the fuzz(cops)/pigs an accurate police sketch.
Big-ups to our "Pre-game ritual" in my Gonzo car. Hard liquor and reefer. Playing is fun but its even better on HARD LIQUOR AND REEFER....HHHAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD.
Holy Jesus! I don't even remember inviting Pao and Sara(h)this Sunday. Now I gotta make enough Mango Spaghetti Ala Ian for 3 bands. Because I can't have a party without my band and the Bernie's. Pao just reminded me about it in SaGuijo. It was one of those awkward silences when an angel passes by. We were watching the Dusters(the vocalist looks like Bjork and the drummer rocks) and Pao leans over and says, "Hey what's up with the party this Sunday at yer place?"
Stunned, stoned and slightly tanned, I froze for a second. And said, "Uhhhhh". Then he said, "you invited us remember? at yer place this Sunday with that Mango Spaghetti Ala Ian. So I said, "UUUhhhH, okay."
anyways....
We got drunk. I sung other people's songs. We kicked ass and took names. That's all I saw.
P.S. I do remember seeing Kate T. and her band woodland fairies.
TAKE NO PRISONERS,
ianxo
hello the bernadettes, kamusta? best wishes & regards, Pol C...