This one was supposed to be go up yesterday, but technical difficulties w/ the mp3’s kept that from happening. So consider it an afterparty. Peace Greace

Here’s one for all my brothers and sisters headed out to the Phil Lesh show tonight!

YAH BRAHS! Say “high” to Jere Bear for me!

If you’d acted fast you could’ve scored some dank tickets to this show on craigslist for only $200

Or you could be a kind and help out these poor kids (also from craigslist):

My son and 5 of his friends drove from Colorado to see the show. I want to be pissed off at him for going without tickets, but I did the same thing at his age, had the time of my life, and wouldn’t trade it for anything. I want the same for him, please call one of us if you have tickets. These kids are true “hippies”, don’t have the money to pay more than face, but will pay it forward as they are all good people!! Call Rhonda at (720) 989-3414 or Jake at (303) 552-7866. Peace to all!

OK, well now it’s too late for that stuff. But this is for sale for just $75:

One slightly soiled ticket stub to last night’s epic phil show. Originally paid over $400 so you’re getting a real steal for $75!!! Price is firm so act fast.

Jesus, I hate the Dead. Growing up in Eugene, OR (the smallest stop on the Dead tour) will do that to you. But so will the 80-minute version of “Truckin”.

So here’s one for all you Deadheads out there, a song from Billy Jack, a band from Eugene who shared my sentiment.

Crank it: Crystal Up My Butt

Be sure to get to the end chorus. “Bring me the…”

And man, does this band ever bring back some fond youthful memories. One of the local acts we’d go see regularly when we were in middle school, right before we really discovered punk (or should I say before I did, because then most of my friends though I was fucking moron… and I was, but so were they, only in different ways…)

Anyway, Billy Jack was badass. I wish I could find some pictures of the bald-headed, barrel-chested, buddy-holly glasses toting, big-beard having, sweatpants-wearing singer. He was one big fat dynamo.

Fuck, those were the days.

And just for kicks, here’s a slightly more serious track from Billy Jack’s one and only album, Wrestling The Bald-Headed Champ.

Listen to: Stupid Questions