Freaky Friday: Winston Games, OR

David here. We left the La Center Ranch with a full stomach after an amazing breakfast of blackberry pancakes with blackberry syrup, blackberry jam toast, and fresh baked scones smothered in...BLACKBERRIES! (thanks Mom+Dad!). And little did we know how much we were going to need that big breakfast to make it through the day that was about to come....
We drove down I-5 for four hours and along the way, blazed past the slow moving Nissan Morano ice burg that is Peters car. We checked into the lovely Sutherlin Inn were we'd stayed the year before, where Micky Rooney had also previously stayed. Not much had changed but that is alright in a world bursting with change.
With a few hours before load-in we recovered from the drive by watching some good motel cable. When the time came we found the venue right away (it's hard to miss a giant wooden caber tossing Scotsman! Especially when he it resembles Pete). Bagpipers were already getting tuned on the grounds, including a talented young MacGregor clansman of mine, 10 year old Jesse the piper. Pete got on great with the sound crew right away after he drove his Moron-o over thier fragile sound snake cable (a fine ambasador). With no hard feelings we all set to work on what would prove to be a trying sound check. The banshees were afoot in the sound system in the form of sonic frequencies capable of shattering fine crystal. A very good size crowd gathered as the time for performing approached. Letting the chips fall where they may, we concieded to the banshees and began our show a few minutes late.

Despite the tribulations which consistantly accompany such circumstances, the band rocked out and by the end of the set the audience was on thier feet demanding another number. Was one delivered? Oh ya...
Cheers, David (the guy with the bagpipes)