Put your hands on the wheel. Let the golden age begin.

There was another thing about the Colonel Claypool show: the sound really fucking sucked. I guess I didn't really think about it at the time because we were pretty close to the stage. But you honestly couldn't hear anything but Les and Buckethead and Brain. Bernie was too low many times, which sucked because he probably adds the most weirdness, instrumentally speaking. Gabby was low on the sitar and accordion, which I think sucked because a sitar would fit in perfectly with a fucked up jam and accordions always rule. And worst of all, Skerik was fucking shafted on the sound hardcore. And this sucked the most because you know he was really wailing and you really need that a lot. For some reason I still think it was a great great show--you can't deny that seeing Buckethead melt brains isn't great--but it could have been much sounder, so to speak. But here are some pictures I took with my camera phone, small yes, but pictures nonetheless:

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1. Les Claypool on the bass guitar
2. Foreground: Gabby Ya Ya playing on the kiddie piano, singing a song about giving head to a man dressed in black; background: Les Claypool on the upright bass, dressed in black, wearing a pig's mask
3. Gabby Ya Ya on the ukulele, singing a song about backpacks
4. Bernie Worrell on the melodica with Gabby Ya Ya during the opener (it looks like he's playing the sitar but he ain't)
5. Gabby Ya Ya on the sitar
6. Buckethead on the rubber chicken
7. Buckethead on the electric guitar
8. The part of the show when I was at work and got bored and drew on my face with a dry-erase marker

I was planning on catching up on Spanish work, but instead I caught up on wasting time.