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Let's
see, this must have been about, oh... late afternoon sometime... |
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Tommy
and Lauren. By this time, Tom was wondering if he could get away
with wearing a top like Lauren had on. But, do they make them
in mirrored spandex? |
Greg
looks like he blew so hard he popped an eye out. Are matey, all
the better ta be a pirat'in... |
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The
Valves Auxiliary Drum Line, Tom Lauren and Ashley the Conga Chick...
needs more cowbell |
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This
was The Valves second set plus a whole contingent of sitter inners |
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The
horns plus one. You may notice two trombones here, one is Joe
Reidy, who is leaving the Valves for greener pastures (and I DO
mean Greener) and Ben Gould, also formerly of Tornado Alley, who
just might be replacing Joe... Stay tuned |
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And
on the seventh day... errr, I mean bar, they rested. |
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Who's
that stunning pile of Hunky McBasstudmuffin on the left? Jesus,
what a man. He makes Mike look like a scraggly pipe cleaner. |
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Greg
and Jay doin the blues thing. That is NOT Eddie Vedder to Greg's
left, but is instead Chris Florio, who actually runs a REAL recording
studio and probably looks at what we've done here and snorts under
his breath in derision.. "They call that a studio? Pttthpppp" |
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By
this time in the evening, Paul had replaced Lowboy at the organ
and began to dip into his endless supply of strange faces. |
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One
of the tractors flashes it's headlights in either support or warning
of imminent attack. |
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Bang,
Slap, Pow, Grunt, kick... is it our drumline or a fight on Batman |
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Blow
blow blow yer note, gently down the stream... |
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This
was the back up band... |
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I
wasn't the first, or the last, to note the 50 foot space between
the band and the crowd, you would think we were radioactive. |
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A
stunning mix of the old and the new in fashion design |
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what
does this knob do? |
Oooh
shit... umm... hang on, I'll put it back... |
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Greg
blows into the breathalizer... honest officer, I only drank sprite |
Bruce
Reed, ready to lay down DA LAW baby!! |
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Mike,
used to having the law laid down on him, looks on warily, prepared
to resist |
Ashley's
hands are a blur after she noticed a bee on the conga |
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This
is Bruce again, Bruce singing the blues is the ultimate in cool... |
...
This is Reagan's dad Ace.. Ace playing the spoons is the OPPOSITE
of cool.... |
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Once
again... Cool... |
Not
cool... any questions? |
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Tom
Choiniere sweatin to the oldies |
While
Lauren just wonders how she got stuck playin with the oldies |
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Not
sure who this guy is, good piano player though |
Then
there's Paul.. and all that that implies |
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Let's
see, I count....5 guitars. I actually think there were more at
one point. |
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Ben
Gould reads the Charts |
While
Tommy G breaks the hearts |
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Ummm...
again, not sure... he has hair like Mike though. Why couldn't
I get genes like that, |
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oooh,
my back hurts so bad... ooooh |
..
Aaaaaah, there we go..... |
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Tom
Choiniere again, he won the brightest shirt of the day award. |
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Bones
Bones are good for your heart, the more they play, the more they
sound like a fart... |
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And
the rock just kept-a-rockin... |