After a long and sweaty load-in, we got our stuff in place for sound check... and you can see in the photo the ominous storm heading our way. Cap'n Dan decided to get in front of the rain, evidentially leaving some of the guests who didn't make it to the boat on time. This first shot is us leaving the marina, everyone was thinking the same thing: Rain and Gear don't mix. Well, there is raingear ... 
One of the guests said to us, "Y'all want a shot?"HOORAY for Will for bringing all the tarps to save the instruments from all the water. HOORAY for the bar for giving us something to do for an hour while the storm passed over. And lets not forget those fajitas... damn, life just sucks! :)
Finally the rain did stop, and we got to jamming. We played two or three sets of music and floated and drank and drank somemore. After that, is was the load-out, in the dark this time, up-hill this time, and add the number of drinks we had, it's a miracle none of our stuff didn't end up at the bottom of the lake. I'm looking forward to next year's cruise, hopefully we'll be under partly cloudy skies and an unseasonably low 85 degrees... one can dream.
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I woke up early this morning in my mega-clean hotel room. I couldn't handle anymore sleep. I reached to feel a gentle spirit next to me only to find the cold, damp wood of my guitar. Damn it. I'm ready for some human touch. Even if it means violence! Wow. I'm losing it! Not now because I have another show to play so it's back to finding something to do before sound check. I can't seem to focus on anything that doesn't cost money so I'll just sit on the bed and keep playing guitar until it's time to leave. We wound up going to a Chinese buffet and eating much more than we should. I feel so bloated and it's not even that time of the month. .JPG)
A three course meal on top of all that LamBo ... I was still feeling bloated so I had to pass it off to one of the boys so I could get my groove on when show time hit. Glad I did because the wedding had so many beautiful women on site and I needed all of my stamina to dazzle them with both of my dance moves. Turns out the groom and several of his guests were members of the Tennessee Titans. One look at all these beautiful people it just made me say Damn! I wanna go home do some pushups and sit ups or something. But y'all know I'm still balling after all these years. Don't think so? Come see us and you will agree..JPG)
To top it off the mixing console got soaked so the production at the event caught hell with technical issues. The promoter is telling every band that we're gonna stay on schedule so that may mean shorter sets. As long as it doesn't mean shorter checks I could care less. Now that it's our turn we're gonna give Houston something to remember and boy did we. This big stage complete with a big sound system was more than enough mass to make some serious sound waves. I'd had another chance to sing my song and shake my thong like nobody's business. The boys were feeling the vibe as well and continued to put it where it feels good. Poor Marc with his 102 degree fever charged on despite his flu, playing groove after groove in the summer humidity. .JPG)
This thing was so crazy that I jumped off stage in the middle of a song just to get the crowd going. At one point some lady put out her nachos(not those nacho's..the kind you buy at the food stand) and I indulged in their cheesy goodness with full crowd jubilation. So you see where I'm getting brothers and sisters? I'm a bad, bad man and even my big toe can put on a show. What a night. Despite all the rock stardom we ended the night back at the hotel peacefully playing cards and watching TV. .JPG)
I was swept away with a case of loneliness and longed for some companionship. As I scrolled through my phone (aka..the "ho-lodex") and thought to myself, "Which one of these lovelies will get to see my rocket's red glare", I turned back to my true love....My guitar. At least she's got her G-string. I lounged the rest of the evening just sitting on my bed strumming until I fell asleep. Love is such a wonderful thing!.JPG)
Although I was led to believe that rooms would be in the casino I was glad the hotel was within five miles of the show. The room wasn't bad but it did have this aroma similar to the smell of someone's gym shoes that were left next to a dumpster behind a Denny's restaurant. You get it... Sort of funky. Or maybe it smelled more like the back of Andre' the Giants neck after a night in a sweat suit in the Sahara desert. Laughing yet? Me too. Anyhow, sound check outside of the pool. Hmmm. Hot. Very hot. Afterwards we were escorted to the green room inside the casino. One helluva long walk. .JPG)
Inside, poor Marc was feeling under the weather so he took refuge on the couch under a few of our clothes. Poor dude. I'm sure whatever virus he had will be defeated by the funk within our unwashed garments. .JPG)
They were kind enough to let us eat the buffet and they had a wonderful selection. I think TC sampled everything in one trip. I ate enough shrimp to make Forest and Bubba stand up and salute. Now all that food made us a bit sluggish in the first hour of playing time but after the booze started flowing and the crowd started going the party came into full swing. Lots of dancing, smiling people everywhere you turned. .JPG)
With all the girls dancing on the platforms it was hard to keep Hook on the stage for more than two beats of a song and before you know it he's working his jelly on another dancing girl. Do your thang boy! .JPG)
I feel like I'm on a path here. Wayne Newton or King Kong ain't got shit on me!www.funkparty.com
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We're doing this thing tonight for the grand opening of a Pluckers Restaurant but I'm already missing the House of Blues because this stage is a small mother plucker.. We've been on smaller but this one is way out of the plucking way from the rest of the club. To make up for it they have the biggest beers I've had the pleasure to plucking consuming. Will, A-Train, and Tony can attest to that I was plucked up in no time. 
I'm glad I did because it helped numb me from the pain of this sedated audience. They were cool, but I don't think anyone who came to eat some hot wings had any idea they'd have two tons of funk in their plucking face! This one was definitely work tonight...but damn those wings were good! If you ain't tried them you need too. Mad respect to the staff at Plucker's for bringing some cool to a town like Killeen!.JPG)
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Now that I've got that out of my system I'm happy to be here because it's my first time playing the House of Blues in Dallas. In the green room, I'm greeted by a giant mural of Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown. However I, Looked at the touring schedule and I don't see many working blues cats. I guess they forgot the spirit behind it all. So back to the request hour. This venue is perfect for live music. Whatever we played received mad applause. .JPG)
I remember feeling so free tonight crouching down and cruising across the stage with my guitar draped over me like a flame thrower while my amp barked out another tune. Sheer bliss for me. I guess the first rule to a good event is to let the band do what they do and everything will be fine. So fine in fact the guest might even enjoy themselves and uptight party planners can make it home without being violated by the members of Dysfunkshun Junkshun..JPG)
I'm just playing! Ok, no I'm not. Strange as it ends, once again rather than staying in our complimentary hotel rooms some of us decided to hit the road. I don't mind because the drive is so peaceful on the interstate after 2AM and going into the local stop-n-robs is entertaining on its own. Latenight freaks and counter hugging geeks. On that note I'll take my kolache to go. Our sax player Hook is going through some tough times now so let's all keep him in our prayers. He'll be fine...just say a little prayer for the brother and he'll survive. 
Another private event in this swank town. I'm glad they were fun people because it would have been so disappointing after kicking so much ass last night.
What made thing so cool tonight for Marc was his new onstage beer holder for his mic stand. I don't know how he took this picture. He usually uses both hands playing drums but maybe he took this with his (....) I don't know. Go figure. Meanwhile Tony is concentrating to see if he can telepathically drink this beer without taking the hands off the keys and catching the "Wrinkled chin" from yours truly. The Gooch is so damn talented he can probably pull it off. I told him he just needs a long straw running up the mic stand like Peter Frampton (for those of you old enough to know who that is). Do you feel like I do? .... Drunk?
Magz
We are rock gods; and we give you..rock-n- freak’n roll!
Okay, I know none of us look like this or would even want to for that matter but the Duck horn Tavern showed this band much love all night long. Every time I looked down some girl was grabbing my leg and worshiping me as I sang or shaking something fierce at me. I don’t know what else to say but we thank you again Temple for having some soul tonight. I remember when
Magz
This isn’t a good year for the founders of popular music. We’ve just lost the originator of the most popular rock-n-roll dance beat ever. Just ask groups like U2 and the Rolling Stones. Song’s like “Desire” and Bow wow wow’s “I want Candy” helped rhythmically challenged people world wide actually convince themselves that they could find the down beat. But he said the most nostalgic thing I’ll never forget when he was honored in the Rock-n-Roll Hall of fame ceremony. Diddley appreciated the honors he received, "but it didn't put no figures in my checkbook."
"If you ain't got no money, ain't nobody calls you honey," he quipped."I am owed," he told the AP, adding "a dude with a pencil is worse than a cat with a machine gun" -- he reflected modestly on the rock 'n' roll revolution he helped start.
Lesson learned sir. Rest in Peace.
Magz
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So we just did a private event at a swank country club in down town Houston. $100,000 a year membership. I want to choke the florist who erected these giant monstrosities right next to the stage. I'll give them and "E" for effort but the middle finger for blocking our speaker. Guess you gotta be a baller or an Exxon employee to be here. .JPG)
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Before the show we stopped at guitar center and checked out some cool guitars. This freaking fender strat is on sale for a mere $42,000. That's right! $42,000. Even if I had that kinda loot I wouldn't give it up for one guitar. Enough of this action? We played one of the coolest parties tonight. So cool that they wanted us to play an extra hour but at least 1/2 of the band wasn't feeling it. What a drag getting old right? Nah! Still got lead in the pencil..watch out now!
