I love you, I love you, I love you... what's my line?

A phenomenal birthday weekend, from soup to nuts -- or, in my case, cupcakes to donuts. The photo on the right was taken by yours truly during "Silver Rocket," right before Thurston used his guitar cord slingshot to fire his axe into my solar plexus. (My attorney tells me I've got a lot of that Starbucks money coming to me.) The pic on the left is courtesy youbebetty. As the image suggests, I am indeed shitting myself with joy. There was something gratifying about Thurston Moore thrashing his way through a mob of indifferent press pit slobs on the Fourth of July. My only regret is that I wasn't wearing my "I'm With Stupid <--" T-Shirt. Nevertheless, a hell of a show, and some great free advertising for FYWT!