If some of you noticed I was looking a little under the weather at the recent gig at the Chambersburg Moose club, I had sinus surgery (again) the Wednesday before. I was assured by my surgeon that I would be ok after a few days but it was not to be. Drilling out new holes in my skull turned out to be much more invasive and painful that I had thought. When I got to the club I was wiped out from the two hour trip and was seeing stars already, and not in a good way.
Gene managed to find a decent bar stool for me to lean on and I used it about half the show. I only tried to sing backups once when Steve and I sing the middle part in ‘Sex’ together, and after a few words I was in the cockpit of the Millenium Falcon making the jump to hyperspace – the streaking of stars wiping my vision! That was the last time I sang a word that night.
So thank God and Gene for the barstool! And apologies to the fans for looking like a disinterested lounge act bass player!
And here is the BEFORE the second surgery pic, some fucked up sinuses in there even after one operation. Oh and look ma – no brain!