Alright, where were we? Oh yes. We arrived home in the afternoon on Halloween. Lots to do for the next event. I had only a few hours to transform into my hero, my idol. I drove around making stops at all the necessary spots. The last thing on my list was a blonde wig, and it seemed like Portland might be wig-less. More and more adults dress up every year, and this year was no exception, with it being Saturday night. I finally found one. It would work. Now, time to get home and get a few friends over, because I didn't really just want to watch movies by myself dressed the way I was, because that is the definition of crazy... I think. Mirabai and I got ready and ended up as Bret Michaels, (Rock of Love era), and one of his contestants. No, Bret is not really my hero at all. I'd have a hard time recognizing any of his music. I did see the show a long time ago, and thought it was some of the worst television I've ever seen. But it made for a good night, being that some of our friends were other Poison members, and groupies. Aaron and his wife ended up being Paul Bunyan and his Blue Ox Babe, and Walker was a rocker from the '70's era. 

Sitting around enjoying the extra hour we are given at this time of the year. Enjoying the sunshine, and the great weekend that we are in the middle of. Where to start... it's been way too long since I've blogged about things, but sometimes we're just do busy doing things, and that's why you see more tweets during those times, because we're on the go. A lot of what's been going on has been writing. It seems that the new seasons are always the biggest inspiration for writing new material. That's why it's constantly my goal to put out music as fast as we write it, so you can feel it and listen to it in the season that it was written. I think it helps. Anyway, some of may have seen some posts about a concept EP, among other things. Well, we're still working on it. But we have at least 3 tracks that correlate to each other, in theme and key, and I think they would be best if recorded all together on the same album. These tunes have gone from the writing stages of me in the Tango Cave to all of us working out parts as a band. We almost performed the newest one, "The Lucky Ones", as a full band in Seattle, but decided not to. 

Speaking of Seattle... As you all know, we have been trying to get up to Seattle for quite some time now. One show we were working a long while back just kept not working, consistently. We got a show booked at the Comet Tavern a couple months back and couldn't wait to bring the show up North. We hitched up the trailer at Ripcord Studios and hit the road at about 3-4 PM Friday afternoon, worried that we were gonna get into some serious traffic issues. Mirabai was the DJ of the day, and posted some of the memorable tracks that came up. We even heard ourselves come up on Pandora for the iPhone. (Immediate thumbs down, then we realized it was us... kidding.) Most of the way up, the band put together the latest edition of the "Dead Wrong" EPs, which feature new colors, on the cover and CD. It was probably the first time that I have never it any traffic on I-5. We made it with absolutely no hold-ups in record time. I love driving around the bend, and seeing Seattle for the first time of any trip. It always looks so commanding and humble. They even have some green lights on the stadium that really gives it the "Emerald City" vibe. Seattletonians: you live in a great city. 
We arrived at the venue, with a quick load-in, and hung for a bit in one of the top ten dive bars in the country that is the Comet. We were all a little bit hungry, due to the fact that we had only eaten Corn-Nuts in the recent past, and decided to find something. Just as we were discussing it a man came up and introduced himself, with his last name being Trueb. It was our long-lost third cousin who was from around there. He and his buddy took us over to the Cha Cha Lounge, which is a rad, subterranean, mexican-wrestler-themed, mexican-food place, with only red lights illuminating. The kind of place you could lose your mind. Especially the night before Halloween, in Seattle. You can't tell who's in a costume on Capitol Hill. We caught up with our friends and family, and headed back to hear one of our favorite Seattle exports lately, M. Bison. They are a band chock full of great musicians. They are a band with their own sound. They went on first and brought the house down, right off the bat. A band of under-agers from the islands up North went on next and played some convincing jam-rock not dissimilar to Portugal the Man at times. Can't remember their name, but it was carved into a pumpkin on stage. We set up next to a full room and started into our set. People watched intently as if we were a new exhibit in a traveling circus. I don't mind if people are quiet, as long as they are listening. And this crowd definitely was. We played a regular rock set full of all the favorites, and tore down for the last band to set up. The night was a success, and we keep running out of the free EPs as soon as we make them. (By the way, I will be mailing them out tomorrow to the folks that still need them.)

After the show we ended up in a rad second-floor apartment in Capitol Hill with members of M. Bison and Bad Dream Good Breakfast listening to various vinyls including Cyndi Lauper and Joni Mitchell. After that we ordered some pizza delivery on our way over to our good friend Jill's place, up near the U district. Luckily the spot delivered until 3, kind of like our local "Hammy's Pizza". A perfect end to the night, getting full of wings and pizza, zoning out to an OPB show on FDR. We hit the hay... kind of. Walker was first to snore. It was after five in the morning on couches, pull out sofas, and the floor. Aaron, Mirabai, and I couldn't seem to get into REM with that perfectly consistent noise going. Finally Aaron went to shake Walker and give him a pillow. First Walker turned over in a dead sleep talk, and said, "I gotch you, I gotch you", smiling with his eyes closed, and speaking like a southern black man. Aaron replied to the nonsensical statement, "Here, put a pillow under your head". And Walker promptly responded, "It's not a pillow. It's more like cotton candy with fur." And then concluded with the proclamation, "I believe."

We woke up to a perfectly beautiful, crisp morning, with barley any sleep, coffee in hand, and driving home for the next event, Halloween. Halloween blog coming next in, "Cotton-Candy with Teeth Pt. II".