More Shed 3b building work.

Following Dave's purchase of a new amp, there have been complaints from many in Central Southern England about their lights dimming on a Monday evening. SSE have responded by laying a new cable to Shed 3b, carrying a very rare and powerful 9-phase supply. That should sort it.

Farewell TWALOG, hello, er...

Yet another gig has come flooding in, this time in early January. So, it's no longer the Tour With At Least One Gig (TWALOG), it's now the Tour With About Two. Oh dear.

Rehearsal - 19th November

Another gathering in Shed 3b. Mindy and Ian not there, but the rest of us had a productive couple of hours, mostly working on the new couple of songs we're going to try to slot into the setlist. God knows where, but we'll sort that out later.

Here we see Tod with a clothes peg on his nose. Is this because:
A. Charlie has dropped one?
B. Tod's trying to give up the white stuff?
C. It is Tod's impersonation of Dave Edmunds doing 'I hear you knocking'?

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Farewell TWANG - hello TWALOG

Well, TWANG (the Tour Without Any New Gigs) has been abandoned, and thanks to the booking that has flooded in, next year's tour is now TWALOG (Tour With At Least One Gig). It may sounds like a small Welsh town, but it isn't. At least, I don't think so.

The slight problem with TWALOG is that Ian is unavailable for the gig that has flooded in - and, more reprehensively, he's off to a wedding. If they had only asked us to play....

Another rehearsal

Well, we tore ourselves away from the the vital job of measuring how much completely unforecast rain we'd had, and had a little gathering in shed 3b. Dave, Mindy and John couldn't make it, but it was nice to see Ian back behind the skins.
We ran through a few old favourites, tried a couple of new ones, and had a long and healthy debate about the tempo and placement of some others.
Most importantly, we had an in-depth trial of the new Band Name Generator, whch uses the colour of your underwear followed by the last thing you ate. Among the results were:
Blue Spaghetti.
Green Onions. (seems familiar)
Commando Risotto
Brown Bread
Skidmark Sausage
Chocolate Chocolate
Pus Custard
Stripey Wife
Stripey Someone else's Wife.

You get the idea.

Last Night's Rehearsal

We had a very jolly little get-together last night. Only Mindy and Ian were missing, so we played a few favourites and then joined in with the exciting game of 'Shall We Play This One?' The rules are very simple:
1. We all suggest a new song that we should play.
2. Tod ignores all suggestions and plays 'Climbing From The Wreckage'. Again.

Actually, that's not quite true. We did polish off 'Don't Bring Me Down' with ease. I'm sure there was a Danfact about it, but I can't remember what it was.

Still no gigs lined up, though. There is even some doubt about any New Year event at the Slug'n'Thomas. 

More pics from the Warwick wedding.

Ian, looking a trifle spaced out, and Charlie, concentrating furiously.

Dan appears to have got his head stuck in an unfeasibly big microphone.

Ian and Dave - the full rhythm section.

The view of/from the keyboards.

A world first: one of the TLOGS looking effortlessly cool.

Not quite a world first: TLOGS vocalists looking grumpy.

Possibly a world first: Simon the sound man, perhaps pissed, about to fall off his chair. "Jusht a little more shtreble, and thatsh should be hic enoush...."

Summer Gigs - Part 2

Towards the end of the summer, we made the long trip to Warwickshire, having been kindly asked to play at Dan and Charlotte's wedding, at a farm just outside Rugby.

Ah, Rugby. Not sure why, but I'm sure I remember it as a rural market town of fabulous historic buildings. Someone seems to have erased half of those buildings and replaced them with a brutalist concrete monstrosity known as Asda. Ho hum.

Meanwhile, the band set up in one of the biggest, longest tents we'd ever seen.




Being a typical farming wedding, it took some time for things to get going, from a band/dancing point of view. Most of the punters were too busy gossiping and catching up at the far end of the tent. But slowly they drifted our way, and when the blushing bride reluctantly and shyly appeared on stage with us to join in with a couple of numbers, things kicked off nicely. A very jolly evening was had by all.

At last - next year's tour is named!

TWANG

(The 'Tour With Absolutely No Gigs')

The Summer Gigs part 1 - Cheriton

We were lucky enough to be asked to play the legendary Cheriton Beer Festival at the Flowerpots again. Thanks to the incessant rain we were all available, and, once again, the crowd were noisy, drunk and hugely appreciative. The drunkenness was a tad intrusive, as one gonk fell off his mate's shoulders onto the stage. About halfway through the gig, Charlie (who wasn't on the stage at all and was therefore in a bit of a huff) abandoned any attempt to make himself heard and caught up on some correspondence, and even did a few early Christmas cards. And some farm accounts. And a bit of knitting. And finally got that troublesome blackhead out of his beard. So not an entirely wasted evening.

Shed 3b in peril!!

There was a nasty moment during July when Shed 3b looked like recieving some unexpected new equipment, dropped in - quite literally - by the nice man taking away about 30cwt's worth of drill/powerharrow combo.

But, in the end, all was well, and Shed 3b escaped unharmed.

Rather coincidentally, there are rumours that the whole building of which Shed 3b forms such an important part might be in for a revamp in months to come; keep it quiet, and watch this space.

Events of the Summer

So what has taken place in this, the shittiest of Summers?

Well, the biggest event took place at our home pub. Massive changes in ownership and management took place, and rumours even abounded of - gasp - a change in name. Even worse, the rumour was that it would be the 'Slug and Lettuce'! This would, of course have forced us to change our name to the Slogs, or, I would have suggested, the Sloggis, thus permitting us to print plenty of pictures of ladies' underwear.

But it all turned out to be false. We are still the TLOGs. But any requests for utterly gratuitous posting of ladies' underwear will be taken very seriously.

Time to restart the blog

Here's the thing. Back in June, when I did the last posting to this blog, I thought to myself "I'll wait until the rain stops until I do another one." That's why nothing has happened. It dawned on me a couple of weeks ago that that several things are more likely than the rain stopping this side of Christmas.

1. Dave will get a job in the Diplomatic Corps.
2. All of Todd's 'amazing facts' in an evening will be true.
3. Dan and Jesse will have a shave.
4. Dan and Jesse will have ugly girlfriends.
5. Charlie's weight will drop below 17 stone.
6. Ian will do four hours without putting a meassage on Arsebook.

So it's fairly obvious that the rain is not going to stop before Christmas. Consequently, it's time to kick off the blog again.
Hello again.

A Small Consolation

The June/July Tour may have come to a sudden and somewhat premature end, Shed 3b has been Hoovered and refilled with kit, but the fact remains that we have been doing a lot of gigs, and there are rewards for our work. Here we see John and Tod having a Barclays Bank moment ("What does two plus three equal?" "Six thousand, I think." "Splendid! Million pound bonuses all round!"). Not quite sure why Tod was biting his note.

There was a slight panic when it seemed that one of the Tour's 'packages' had gone missing, which sent John scurrying off in Big Gok to search his drawers - successfully, as it happened. By this time Delilah the Scraggy Baggy Farm Cat decided it was time to help Tod out with his Bond Baddie impersonation.

There followed a bit of debate about a gig at the Tichborne Arms Beer festival. If asked, should we accept? Yes, it may clash with harvest, but having to make alternative arrangements for the combine harvester implies that the sun will be shining, which can only be a good thing!

The End of the June/July Tour

Suddenly, sadly, and somewhat prematurely, the Midsummer Tour has come to an end.

We knew some time ago that the July 14th gig was a phantom one. (Let's just hope we don't get a phone call at 8.30pm that night, with someone asking where the hell we are!)

And then Livestock on the 7th July was cancelled due to poor ticket sales.

Now the legendary Kilmeston Rave has been abandoned, also due to poor ticket sales. Apparently it clashed with a significant stag night for most of the young men in the village, and with the Cheriton Singers doing their Slipknot/Napalm Death tribute evening.

The sadness is that the nice people who organise Livestock moved their date to accomodate us, having heard that we were already booked to play Kilmeston. So somewhat unfortunate that we end up with two cancelled gigs.The nice people who organised Kilmeston have, however, promised that next year they'll do a bit more advertising.

So that's it, for now. Next gig looks like being the Chertiton Beer festival in August, unless we can slot in to the Tichborne one the week before. All in all, slightly disappointing. Still, better to stop while keen to do more, I suppose. Ho hum.

The June Tour: the Ropley Wedding

Next stop on the June Tour was in Ropley, where Jane the Physio's daughter was getting married. (Jane single-handedly keeps the Hampshire farming community standing nice and erect by keeping our backs in good condition.) The deluge of the previous few days eased at last, allowing us to set up in reasonable conditions.

In fact, the whole day seemed remarkably relaxed. No-one shouted at Twiglet when she thought she'd go and have a snuffle in the kitchens. This outbreak of laissez-faire was too much for her and she had to go and have a lie-down in the trailer.

And here's a very dignified Tod getting the mixer desk all hunky-dory.

We made a nice gentle start at about nine o'clock, and the first dancer arrived with the first upbeat number, and the floor stayed busy for the whole evening. We had one or two lapses in concentration, and were nothing like as technically correct as we had been at Alresford Rugby Club, but the sound was excellent and everyone seemed to like us - apart from the lovely lass who was disconsolate at the news that, no, we don't do Copa Cobana. No, really, we don't.

Other highlights included the usual gaggle of girls gazing adoringly at Dan, and the nice blonde in the strapless dress who seemed convinced that we should see her underclothes. Very kind of her, but we were trying to concentrate. There was a very jolly and slightly over-lubricated discussion with one very important lady about the merits of wearing Spanx to church, but it would be unfair to name her here.

Next week, it's on to the legendary Kilmeston rave.

June Tour continues: Alresford Rugby Club

So, the big question was this: how would the mighty Alresford Rugby Football Club celebrate their 21st anniversary? They had booked the fabulous Old Alresford Place (the building where the very first meeting of the Mothers' Union took place, and once home to the Sisters of Bethany (great band name?)), and surely such genteel surroundings would put a stop to activities involving ten pence pieces and the uncircumcised. And how would they react to the band? We were in a compact sunroom on the end of the building, some distance away from the main marquee on the lawn.

Well, after starting slightly later than we'd planned, we did a few numbers all on our own (perfect for fine tuning levels). There were a couple of early dancers - I'm sure I spotted one of Hampshire's most prominent  Consultant Oral & Maxillofacial Surgeons giving it large early on. But then the floor filled and I did worry for the ancient architecture as a good selection of Alresford's chunkiest got going. I thought we played really well, after (because of?) last week. A nice moment came at the end when a request for 'All the leaves are brown' was made - apparently it's an anthem to a late member of the club. Quite by coincidence, it's a song we've been practicing inShed 3b. A huge singalong ensued - a great end to a wonderful evening. And no-one lost any coins in any part of their anatomy.

Small comforts in a troubled world.

I used to worry. I used to worry that I should get out more. Then I saw this.

Pictures from the Privett Wedding

A couple of pictures have flooded in from Saturday's wedding - this one shows the stunning venue and the fantastic weather, as well as the photographer's head. What it doesn't show is the force seven gale that was blowing at the time. Curiuosly, little microclimates existed around all the cropsprayers that were out that afternoon - the first dry afternoon for three weeks. According to their record books, the wind was a force two to three southwesterly.

This one is worthing showing because it shows the huge effort our host put into the stage for us. God knows how long he spent finding assorted bits of wood and pallet to make sure we were level on a distinctly sloping bit of ground. Rumour has it that one of our vocalists got off with at least one the shrubs during the evening. He said something about being very keen on a neatly trimmed bush.

Ed and Beth's Wedding

Well, that was a bit of an odd one. Let the Todmeister explain why. He says:
"1 - The stage was fantastic
2 - The weather was brilliant
3 - The venue was amazing
4 - The hog roast was gorgeous
5 - The set-up was suspiciously trouble-free
6 - The totty was first class
7 - The music was sh*te."

He's right. Everything looked stunning, but we played like a bunch of muppets. No-one can quite say why. A couple of us claimed to be feeling a nasty cold coming on ("Go suck a Fisherman's Friend tee hee") Some of us were distracted by No 6 (see above) especially by the bride herself.  A bit of a rot set in after a few songs and then kept going until the end. We just seemed a bit lacklustre.

But hold on: the really REALLY odd thing was that our hosts seemed to love it! Even as we packed up and headed off into the misty night, the compliments kept coming. Everyone seemed happy with our work - and that's what counts.

Next week: Alresford Rugby Club. And if things go like most of the Alresford Rugby Club functions I've been to - be prepared to get naked (and learn the words to Father Abraham and Sunshine Mountain).

High Praise Indeed.

An email about the Bramdean gig arrived today from the very lovely Amanda F: " 'really good', and 'are they the real Beatles?' - just some of the appreciative remarks from my children that I thought I'd pass on.." Bless her little ones.

Jubilee Gig No. 2

So it was another short hop down the road to Bramdean to do our second gig of the Jubilee wekend. We were in a huge tent that looks very likely to have been used at the coronation (of Queen Victoria) but was at least watertight. I should know - I popped down during the heavy shower that blew over late afternoon to check. We had a very jolly afternoon setting up, helped by two collies. Here we see Dan's mutt in a nice reenactment of the 'HMV' logo, wondering where 'his master's voice' is coming from! It was all a bit too much for Twiglet, who found a quiet spot to have a snooze. As for the gig itself; well, it was a sell-out. All the great and good of Bramdean were there. It took sometime (and a cool damp evening) for them to move into the tent and get dancing, but once they did, they did. We all thought we played rather well, and had a lovely time. The first public performance of 'Bad Case Case of Loving You' went very well, although 'Hey Joe' sort of crashed to an undignified ending. But no-one else noticed. I think. Next week it's a far longer trip - to Privett!

Jubilee Gig No 1

So it was back to base for our first gig of the long Jubilee weekend. A curious evening: there seemed to be a few technical cable-related issues that took the wind out of our sails early in the evening. Luckily, our only audience at that stage consisted of Capt Kidneystones and La Gamine, who kindly cheered every song anyway. As the evening went on, things got going a bit more, the crowd swelled and danced, and a very good time seemed to be had by all. A couple of the Louche Ladies took it upon themselves to land in Capt Kidneystones' lap - obviously believing it to be some sort of primitive cure for the condition. Not sure if it worked, but it was fun to watch. A very special mention must go to PC Paul of the Hampshire Safer Neighbourhood Policing Squad Group Force plc who was about to end his late shift in Bramdean at about 1.10am when he saw a dodgy blue Land Rover cruise past towing what appeared to be an equally dodgy Ivor Williams trailer loaded with unsecured stuff. He very kindly followed it along the A272, up Hinton Hill, through the farmyard and round to Shed 9L, where he equally kindly used his Plod skills to help unhitch and park the trailer. He and I chatted for some time - I suggested he join me for my traditional post-gig Crunchy Nut Cornflake frenzy but he declined - while John bade us a casual farewell and headed off into the night.

Bloomin' Terriers

Since the demise of our oldest fan, we've been looking after Meg, his terrier, for a few hours a day. And for the last couple of weeks Shed 3b has been left wide open all day to let some fresh air in. The wide open space of carpet proved too much of a temptation for Meg. I'm sure I heard a ghostly laugh echoing round the farmyard.

The Phantom Gig

Both the board in Shed 3b and the 'God Bless You, Ma'am' Tour page suggest that there's a gig on 14th July. Further research suggests that there isn't. Or if there is, we've all forgotten about it. True professionals, that's us!

See in the press, no.45

Well, not so much 'in the press' as 'seen in everyone's postboxes' - someone has been round the whole parish posting these. A huge turnout beckons!

Last Night's Telly

Another top Eurovision Song Contest, as I'm sure you'll agree. Though just how this failed to win will always be a mystery. Mind you, I though this was a dead cert in 2009, so what do I know?

Tichorne Arms - Gig No 2

Back to the Tichborne Arms we went on Friday, back (as the picture would tell if we could read the whole blackboard) by 'popular demand'. The board also suggests that we have renamed ourselves The Tho Lord Gits. Which we haven't.

Here we see Tod and John trying to remember how we managed to all fit into the bar of the picturesque quintessential (spelling?)English pub. Of course, we all squeezed in and had a very jolly evening. Thanks to the return of Global Warming (not to be confused with the Global Warming that causes cold and wet, oh no, that's something quite different) the outside temperature was a balmy 27 degrees; you can imagine what is was like inside the bar by the time we all started thrashing planks, spanking those skins and waving our huge organs. As a result, the bar stayed relatively empty until the end, although I was assured that we were well appreciated in the garden. It made a good informal start for the Summer Tour. Next stop: the Thomas Lord itself.

Lame Excuses No 237

Continuing our occasional series of 'Excuses People Use When Trying To Get Out Of Attending a Thomas Lord Old Gits Gig'. This week, a Mr Rufus W, of Blackhouse Farm, who claims to have kidney stones. He even claims to have collapsed in a crucial board meeting, been ferried to A & E in a hastily summoned taxi (pausing only three or four times to vomit through the door), and then sent home with medical assurances that the excruciating pain will only last for a few weeks, or until he manages to, ahem, pass the offending objects. I offered the use of Dave/Dave's bass/Dave amp at a range of about three inches which would shatter the kidney stones in moments. He turned this kind offer down, so I think he's faking it. Pah!

Pop stars at the Leveson enquiry

If you've ever wondered how pop stars would be cross-examined at the Leveson Enquiry, here are some suggestions.

Another milestone

Last night our humble little blog had its 12,000th pageview. I must get out more.

Tichborne Arms Gig (rpt)

Yup, we're on for the Tichborne Arms again, last Friday in May. Dan can't make it, just like he couldn't make the other two gigs that were planned and then scrapped for this date. Honestly, young people today. (TLOGS Blog Post No. 200!)

Accidents will happen

Look, could you young people just stop falling off and down things? I mean, really. Sigh. Here's Dan having tumbled off a trailer, and word reaches us that Tessa has gone arse-over-tit down a Noo Yoik staircase. Will you all calm down? There's a busy summer coming up.

It was suggested at last night's excellent rehearsal that the keyboard player might benefit from being more active while on stage. He would simply to refer the suggester to The Rock Bible, Gospel According to the Keyboardist, Verse 12 (above). Nuff said.

Seen in the press

First signs of top-notch publicity for the upcoming tour - in the mighty 'Church and Village', newsletter for the Benefice of Upper Itchen and its constituent parishes.

Pure Talent

Should the time ever come when we seek an act to support us on tour, we need look no further than here.

Sightings of ex-band members (temporarily or otherwise!)

John was lucky enough to spend some time with this delightfully sophisticated young lady in New York recently. Can't be the same scruffy boho type who used to sing for us, can it? Meanwhile, I had to look carefully at the drummer in this, who seemed awfully familiar. Maybe it was just the hat.

Here is the long edit of Black betty, with manic middle section beginning at 2.00 minutes in.

The gig that nearly was....and might be again soon

So there we were enjoying a swift couple in the Tichborne Arms, when our host pointed out that he was still short of a band for his April 'Live Music Night'. Well, at once (or as soon I got out of Tichborne, and therefore had mobile phone reception), I put the suggestion to Todd, and thence to the rest of the band. It was, so, so close.....we were nearly all there. It would be unfair to name the one who couldn't make it, but drummers are sooo hard to find at short notice. Patrick the Publican was, of course, disappointed, but pointed out that he's still not got a band for his May 'Live Music Night'. Might we, he asked, be available for that one - Friday 25th May? (I think we must have made an impression the other day!) Well, are we?

The Post of Chief Negotiator - the votes are in!

Once again, it's time for the difficult task of choosing the Chief Negotiator for the Tour - someone to ensure that we get the best possble fee from our bookings. We need someone who is an almost indefinable mix of knicker-elastic-loosening charm and iron-eyed haggler. All the ballot papers* are back and counted, and I'm pleased to announce the result:

John F 98%
Tinky Winky 1%
Prof Brian Bloody All Over The BBC Cox 1%

*It would appear that some ballot papers failed to reach their intended destination, but it's too late to change anything.

Farewell to Steve the Builder

Steve the Builder moved out today - a great loss if only because he lived closest to Shed 3b and has never complained once! A good man.

But here's another June gig

Rumour has it that we're booked for a home gig at the Thomas Lord on June 1st.
Is that June officially full?

Gig cancellation

The nice man who had pencilled us in for the gig in Winchester if the Devizes gig were to be cancelled (which it was) has just texted to say 'thanks, but no thanks'. His wife has organised something/someone else. I did suggest that he came to the Tichborne Arms to see what we were like, so either he did, and didn't like what he saw, or he didn't, and therefore missed how good we were. I hope that that's all clear!

Urgent message from Charlie about anaesthetic

Frrrrzz wooooooozyhsiiclsio ,ksdo cmdosuo somxc bum!!!!

Return to Cheriton

It is great to be able to report that the nice people at the Flowerpots in Cheriton have asked us back to play at this year's Beer Festival. We know that we had a fantastic time last year see here but, even so, it's encouraging to know that we did well enough to be asked back. An early harvest and Screwfix shutting down for the August bank holiday would help.

No rehearsal on Monday

We won't be gathering on Monday - we all appear to have something else to do. Charlie, for instance, will be still woozy after enduring this little job. Not that anyone would notice the difference. The surgeon has promised that he will be playing his huge organ without any pain ever again. We'll see.

The 2012 Tour finally starts

And so the 'God Bless You, Ma'am' Tour 2012 finally got going in the bucolic paradise that is Tichborne. There were some, who shall not be named, who were a trifle concerned about this first gig of the year - recent rehearsals had been somewhat underattended, underproductive and underwhelming. In fact, the one before this gig had been officially defined by a well-respected international panel of experts as 'Crap'.



Anyway, the bar had been cleared, the little present left by the resident labracocker/doberoodle/daschboxer had been removed, and we squeezed ourselves into the long narrow dining area. I'm not saying it was that long, but we were at one stage calculating the time delay between Ian thumping his drums and the vocalists hearing him.

Those doubting the TLOG's ability to raise their game for the big night (and how nice it was to see the blackboard advertising 'Live Music Night', and not 'Nite') should hang their heads in shame; we were spot on. True, there were one or two stumbles ("Switch the microphone on, Mindy"), one or two missed starts, and an encore that could have been better rehearsed, but the assembled throng seemed to enjoy it, and one more booking was provisionally made before we'd even packed up.

Nice to see a strong turn out from the West Meon contingent, and from Alresford Rugby Club checking if we were in fact what they wanted for their 21st Anniversary Ball. Special mention to Rufus from Blackhouse Farm wearing out his trousers at the knees on the harsh carpet. (Don't ask.)

We now have a bit of a gap before the main body of gigs gets going. Time for a bit of fine tuning, and then we can take 'em on.

Wooly hats and maps at the ready, chaps.

Instead of having a Monday night rehearsal (half the band had gone off to rehearse with someone else, anyway), the senior members (by age, not talent) went off to the Tichborne Arms to confirm the end of March gig and, ahem, check out the venue. We were lucky to still have the booking; our generous host had checked the diary, seen an entry (not made by him) for 'Thomas Lord Old Gits' for Friday 30th March, and assumed that we were an OAP Rambling Group. Thinking, therefore, that he had no band for that night, he then booked The Gheckos (spelling?). It was only later that he found out that we are, in fact/allegedly, a musical troup, and not a rucksack-wielding group of orange juice drinkers, and the poor old Gheckos had to be dropped...

Anyway, it'll be a tight fit, but should be fun.

A new departure for the TLOGS

Monday also saw the inaugural outing for the TLOGS Barbershop Quartet. Here we see them just getting going. Not sure why Tod is bending over, or where John's left hand is while Tod is bending over. I think they were just breaking into 'Wait Till The Clouds Roll By, Sally'. which as we all know is a particular Barbershop favourite. Quo it ain't.

Monday's rehearsal

Well, we had another partial get-together on Monday. No Mindy, no Ian, but it was fairly productive anyway. Did we really spend an hour and a half on 'Bad case of loving you', or was it just my imagination. In other words, did I imagine it - not "Did we do 'Just my imagination'?" Oh, you know what I mean. And no, that's not another song title. Well, it is, but I'm not referring to it here. Well, I just have, but I didn't mean to.

The 'God Bless You, Ma'am' Tour Updates

A handful of summer gigs has blossomed into an astonishing batch of eleven - see the tour page for details.

Off we go again

After a long break following the highly successful New Year gig, the Old Gits finally started some rehearsing again. Dan and Mindy were missing, but the rest of us had a bit of an informal 'Why don't we try this one?' session.

Among the unfortunate victims of this process were classic tracks by The Eagles, Focus, Ace, Burt Bacharach (spelling?), The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, The Commodores and The Weather Girls. Probably a few more a well, but I can't remember.

There was also debate about whether John's DNA was in fact replicating itself in the beer bottles left above the door Shed 3b. (The ones that the lovely Mrs F refused to clear out when she was giving the Shed a clean "because they'd only be replaced...")

Great Pics From New Year Gig

There aren't any.

Happy Birthday

Many Happy Returns to the reserve bassist - 17 today.

History repeating itself

The Thomas Lord Old Gits are not the first band of seven fools featuring a man named Flindt. This lot played in Clinton, Iowa in 1919.