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this is a pictorial of how the fresno show went... the worse it got, the harder i played & the more i grinned. the show must go on, right? it was grim, but perversely enjoyable, in the way you might enjoy purging after a bacchanal, or motoring your little boat full speed ahead into the approaching tempest that you know will end it, once and for all... however, once again i have to think it sounded more hopeless from the stage (the monitors went demonically, stone dead upon our first note, this after an extensive sound check with a wizard-like sound man) because people clapped & cheered. i even got to play a little boogie-woogie solo that i love at one point when the show stopped... afterward, bomar & i supped at a steak house with cattie ness & mr john bruce... sean got it to go, told us about pedal steel & drumming before hitting the road to get to work at 530 am. he & jason play real well together; it's a treat to have them. it was nice to see mom, dad, lisa, aunt kathi, & the labruces.... oh well. bad show, another life experience, another notch in the belt. you know what the french say. i don't mean voulez-vous couchez avec moi, neither.