Firstly, for those who cant see the fine print in the above image, It's a copy of Slayer's 'Reign in Blood', which you might be interested to know I received for Christmas from my parents in 1989.
My parents are pretty cool.

Secondly, I struggled with the conception of todays post for a better part of the weekend.

I wondered, 'has the well finally run dry?'
Am I at last losing the spark of inspiration to write that I didn't even know I had to begin with?
Was I so bloody hungover from Saturday's Mudhoney show that even the mere sound of my index fingers hunting and pecking on the keyboard was almost enough to send me into a quivering heap upon the floor?

The answer to all of these questions is probably a yes, but for the sake of your Monday, I'll push through.
And yes, Mudhoney, after all these years, as the kids say, can still bring it.

Not bad for a bunch of old guys.

After the show, we adjourned back to the bar, where we had originally been getting our drink on, and at roughly 2:30 On Sunday morning, I thought it would be a good idea to pay Joe and Complayna a visit to thank them for a 6:00 Saturday morning phone call a few months ago from New York in which they eagerly explained to me that there was alot of reggae there, and I probably wouldn't like it.
They threw the gauntlet with that phone call and declared war, so at the wee hours of the morning on Sunday, no soul was spared and the collateral damage was high as I stood outside of her front door banging on the glass and ranting drunkenly about reggae in New York and that if she didnt open the door 'I was going to break every one of her goddamned windows'.

If I know where you live, it's generally best to not call me at 6:00 on a Saturday.

Here's a clip that that Ashley sent on for an animated Danko Jones video thats as pleasing to the eye, as it is to the ear;

...And here is a super sweet Craigslist posting that Mark sent on that will probably make you glad you're not Chris;

Notifying someone that they are in fact your baby daddy through the classifieds is almost as classy as texting a one night stand that you have the clap.

Dan from Crank My Chain sent in this clip from Portland's recent USGP along with this awesome shot of an extraordinarily relieved looking Katrina Nash;

So..you know who rolled through the warehouse the other day?

"Blind" Bobby McMullen and his seeing eye dog, Mark. I included quotations around 'Blind' for a couple of reasons.
The first being that he is, the second being that it sounds cool like, "Diamond" David Lee Roth, or "Fast" Freddy Rodriguez, and thirdly because if you've ever met the man or are aware of what what he's capable of, the fact that he can't see is of little importance, so it almost ends up sounding ironic.

Anyhow, as our boys do from time to time, they came by and slapped some hands as we caught up a little bit.
If you ever see these guys at an event, or if you're out and about in their hometown of Redding California, stop them and say hello.
I promise your day will be better for it.

Should you not be fortunate enough to meet Bobby in person however, maybe you can make your day better by simply looking at some puppies.

As you can probably guess, this weekend was chock full of cold air, rainy skys, and boozy livers.
Time to save face and wrap it up as quickly as possible.
We hope you all had great weekends, and we'll catch you on the flip side.
And by 'the flip side' I kinda mean when the effects of the weekend wear off, and what not.