Sam’s beard ticks me off! It looks perfect and he grew it in like one day!! I have been trying to grow mine for three weeks, and it doesn’t look 1/4 as cool. I hope he gets a drumstick caught in it, or maybe his brushes.

Should I just be happy we have the best drummer LST could ever hope for? No, I’m still ticked.

Well at least mine is starting to look better than Chard’s….

-Mario

P.S. Pictures of my beard coming soon.

Who is Franco Bertucci? How is it that he is able to charm the pants off of audiences, and yet at the same time all of these pant-less people dancing around don’t seem vulgar? How is it that he could have done what Elvis did with the same amount of pelvis and have remained a good catholic boy? Enough with questions. Here are some statements that I think are true of the man in plaid. He can’t jump as far as he used to, but he can still jump to conclusions about the comments I make.  Franco once drank at least a pint of my home-made root beer, even though I think it tasted like feet, and was probably alcoholic.

I remember when I first met Franco. It was in Centralia College pep band, and I was a high schooler joining in on the fun. I remember this kid that looked just like Paul Simon (I don’t really see the resemblance now) and had a really old, red electric guitar.  He looked like he wanted to make music that didn’t involve expensive distortion pedals or Jimmie Hendrix covers, so he was a step above anyone I knew at that point. I went and said hi, and something about wanting to start a band. He was interested. Franco was farther along in the song writing department. I think he had a handful of songs written whereas I had two songs half finished. We got along right away despite our differences.  Those differences have lessened with age, probably due to  the bulk of my vulgarity being cleaned up by my wife.

Franco and I are now brothers as far as I’m concerned, though he doesn’t need anymore, and he is my favorite guitar player.

Peace,

Panda