"They aren't real cameras, but people pretend like thay are and then you just have these lousy pictures instead of real ones."*

*Betsy

My apologies for the following CP pictures.

Flat Tire

Dryland Corn

Removing the cooler for repairs.

A song.

Stent Free!

Betsy gave me the sucker. 'Cause she's the best.

trouble and Trouble.

This is oil squirting out of the pressure gauge hose as I crank the engine with the starter. I can only imagine the spectacular nature of the actual break down in progress.
"Low Pressure" is an understatement. It doesn't have a "pumping air" or "well is dying" warning. We can only drop the pump twenty feet and then it will be time for a new well. Of course, there are not a lot of 56 year old wells out there which are still operational.

RPM, Rozel KS, One Night Only.

This is a bug.

This is Dave. He is moving to Manhattan. You should never get attached to bass players; they will always break your heart. Every time.

This is Bill. He owns all the sound equipment. There is nothing better than a sound man with money to burn.

This is Billee.

Wayne plays the acoustic.

This is Hannah. Hannah is going to have a baby!

This is Rich.

The set up.

This is the best drum set ever. Really. Except my snare strainer came loose so I had to retighten it after every couple of songs. It was barely holding on by the end of the show. This was the first show in a long time that I didn't pack a spare snare drum or a spare pedal. This was the first time I have ever had to take prescription pain medicine in order to get through a gig. Ureteral stents don't mix well with rock 'n' roll.

Not my best day.

On Monday morning at about 3:30 AM I woke up with a crazy pain in my lower back. I figured it was my back seizing up again, but it seemed to hurt more. I ended up throwing up it hurt so much. And I am not a vomiter. So we went to the doctor's office that morning, where I was diagnosed with a probable kidney stone and given a shot of Demerol. They sent me to get a CT scan, which confirmed the kidney stone. Then I went to the urologist, who decided I should have surgery and to be done with it. So I got admitted to the hospital , where I was deprived of all food and water for several hours until I got operated on at about 10 PM, having received a shot of morphine and a fairly in depth demonstration of how to survive in the Canadian Wild next time I am stranded there along with a wrecked plane and an ax. They ended up installing a uretal stent to help my kidney drain, and I was wheeled to the door and allowed to leave at about 12:30 AM with a couple of prescriptions and instructions to not pull on any strings protruding from my person.


A doped up lobiwan shows off his hospital issue fancy-pants.

A dazed lobiwan is prepped for surgery. Apparently the morphine had worn off, based on the expression on his face.

A busy day...

On Sunday I got up early to bring my drums to the fairgrounds, where RPM provided the music for the "4-H Sunday" church service. It went very well.
That evening I brought the drums to Stevens park to play with "Not Worthy," AKA the BCC worship band. It also went well, but was also super hot. I had sweat running out of my nose. Really.
Anna decided to kick it on the drums herself after the show.

The Cabin

Deerfield Daze

RPM Show in Deerfield city park July 28, 2007, 2:30 PM, 100°, no wind, no shade, no sound check, 1 and 1/2 hour.