I think I am now mostly recovered from the Portland IJA festival. It was a lot of fun, and there was just enough craziness and stupidity to generate some good stories. In other words, Crash was there. My last Portland festival memory was Crash’s foot bleeding all over the pool deck after a failed attempt at a backflip with a pool chair off the poolside railing. Good times. (Don’t worry, he’s fine.)

I’m home this week, I have a gig on Satruday, and then I’m gone for two weeks. This is the last big trip for the year, and I’m really glad about it. I’m ready to be home for a while.