Every now and then I gotta take a little break from my managerment duties and get a little action. This time, the action came to me – I met a hot little number at the store who invited me to come by for a morning date so that we could “do some yogurt…” I had no idea what the hell that meant, but that chick looked like she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, so I agreed.
It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. Went a little something like this…
All right, so every now and then a good band manager has to put his boys in front of the press and let them sit down poolside and do an interview together. It’s a good idea if you stand around as much as possible and try to make sure that the boys don’t start talking a bunch of bulloney either. Or crap. No nonsense, no crap, no bulloney…
Whateva, it’s good to let the camera lenses and microphones in every now and then so that word can start to germinate and inseminate in the masses. And that’s important when your band has an album coming out called Never Ever … Were… Was… or some shit like that.
I need a cocktail. Just watch this:
 | Ted Rheingold on Artsy Fartsy |
 | ben campbell on The Album Arrives |
 | Truck Boy on Artsy Fartsy |
| Band Meeting « on Sonic Love Tonic On the Way to… | |
 | Tommy Lee on Big Nite Out |
