pat hates texas. everyone else wonders "whats his problem?" the food is the best of the tour and the weather is nice and warm. the liberty lunch is a dusty open warehouse with an amateur soundman. typically, martin runs the big soundboard in the back of a club, and one of the club members runs the monitor board which is by the stage. this particular soundman had the attitude but totally sucked as a technician. martin and the JBC loose their patience as the guy keep causing horrendous feedback. halfway through the set, he simply walks up and places a photograph on the board in front of martin: he wears fatigues, and army hat and a grin. he holds a sub machine gun. Alex Green notes after the show "an admission of guilt, dont you think?" good food though..

There comes a time when a man is forced to look back on his life and wonder if he's done anything of consequence. Looking back, I can honestly say, "My God, I was naked far too little." But I can also say I was lucky enough to catch one of the finest musical performances of my lifetime, and many other lifetimes as well. The combination of the Blue Aeroplanes and the JBC together - in one night - was the kind of pairing that God Almighty himself may have created in the Heavens: Like gin and tonic, rum and Coke; tequila and lime or even, vodka and Gatorade.

The JBC collective was indeed in fine form, alternately romping through wall of guitar ballads and up tempo tunes. Damn, what a night. I too remeber the Butcher;s snide remarks about the somewhat haphazard operation of said soundboard - but, twas only a minor destraction from a blissful night of entertainment. The highlight of the night was the muscial free-for-all that was a rendition of Tom Verlain's "Breaking in my Heart" Both bands crowded onto the stage to create the kind of musical equivalent of, well, something really big and important and requires that special type of metaphor that only a more talented writer could create.

Bravo Pat! Bravo!