DEVIL DUCK PARTY PRIME recap

The Masques and Candysound kicked off the party with a great-big-bangin' FUUUUUUCK YOOOU! Shit was bitchin' as they cranked out some totally awesome tunes. Ask Weather for a taste of the recordings. I told them that if they made it a live album, I would buy it, and so should you.

It was around this point that the downstairs neighbor, Scott, reported to me that we were people in his back yard, and according to him they were getting high. The only person to have admitted being down there is adamant that she was NOT getting high, and I personally believe it was a simple misunderstanding. However, he was upset and I had to report to the crowd there that Devil Duck Party Prime would also be a goodbye party to the venue.

The Ronz proceeded to kick everyone's asses into oblivion with a kick ass set that got people moshing. It was at this point that I became acutely aware of the fact that the windows were about to be smashed out by Will's crazy-ass drumming. We got lucky this time and the glass remains intact, but we may need to tape those up next time.

A brief stint with a VERY polite policeman later, I and the rest of the Devil Duck were trying to corral people into the house so we wouldn't get another noise complaint, but people are fuckers so it was like herding cats.

I finally took the stage and played a mediocre set due to a WASTED drummer who couldn't remember the songs. But I debuted two new songs that have never been played in front of an audience before, and will be going on the next album. Live recordings coming soon.

But right near the end of my set, a miracle happened: THE DALAI LAMA SHOWED UP.

See, when I found out the Dalai Lama Tenzin Gyatso was going to be in town for my party, I sent him an email asking him to come, just as a joke, but he did! He showed up just before I began playing "Shotglass Eye", and headbanged during it. Then we smoked some purple ganja out on the deck and discussed the upcoming Chinese Olympics.

When Reid found out the Dalai Lama had arrived, he ran up the stairs and broke his foot. Luckily the Dalai Lama was there and managed to heal it using intense spiritual concentration and co-ordinated meditation.

Scott came upstairs again to complain, but after a brief discussion with the Dalai Lama, Scott calmed down and decided he was going to allow us to have parties in the future. SO WE GET TO PARTY MORE!

He crashed in my room, and was gone when I woke up the next morning, but it was great having him! HEY GYATSO! IF YOU'RE READING THIS, STOP BY ANY TIME!