Yes my dear brothers (and sisters too), The Yeggs almost became a Duo but fortunately (for myself) this did not come to pass. They probably would have sounded better as a Duo but those Drummer's hang on.
Dont They.
While this entry does not particularly suit the jovial and musical climate of this page, to me it was a Yeggs event so much so that I manufactured our first monickered portable urinal (see photo above) that we are now testing out on select audiences (the product not the act of discharging) for possible future promotional deals and purchase at the merch table.
The Yeggs rushed to my side even though I tried to keep my condition hush hush but word gets around this town quickly. Joe got me a bunch of Chinese Food and Thomas gave me "travel size" underarm deodorant and mouthwash (just what was Thomas trying to tell me). A few days later Joe & Jennie showered me with books to borrow and a full outfit consisting of Robe, Slippers and Pajama's, which has actually changed my life in a leisurely "at home, at rest" sense. Mister Franklin Poska even came by for a visit completing the circle in Yegg solidarity.
Next Stop is Recording.
Rockin' the Grizzly Adams look.
I wanted to take "goofy hospital pics" of the boys in the band but what with all the hubbub and nonsense, not to mention the raiding of the "nourishment center" to procure bedside fruit juices for myself (and a pitcher of ice) we forgot to take any and then like a Yegg riding into the sunset they were gone.
Christina popped this photo of me a day or two later. Its always unsettling to see the "name tag" outside of the hospital room door but even moreso when its yourself.
To Maimonides wise advantage they let me out.
- Spike
