Oh, and in case it wasn't clear from the previous post, Andre and I were the only two to attend wearing jeans. What the hell -- we'd spent the afternoon chasing hot-rod Barbie-car girls and pushing around huge piles of compost (well, Andre shoveled compost while I stood alongside and pretended to be finding a way to make myself useful).

And a bit more on Beer Vampire, the Black Death CD that Hagevik made and passed to us on Saturday... Here's a comment I found this in the Phoenix New Times a few years ago

Anyway, Black Death's new CD is called Beer Vampire, and, I gotta admit, I really like this group of cretins. At times I don't think they are the sharpest knives in the deck, but that makes them all the more charming and fun.

In other words, great stuff. Not sure I'd use the word "charming" but as I apparently commented as the MC of Hagevik's very first on-stage drum performance back in the Xavier High School gym in 1984 "thank you for that rousing rendition of feedback and distortion."

I don't actually recall saying that as they ran down the curtain on that particular spectacle fo mayhem, but Hagevik assured me he still has an audio tape proving it. So, yes, we laughed our asses off on Saturday night.

And now I'm back in Ohio, no longer laughing my ass off. Well, maybe I should be: