Hi all,

This is Dudley Cunnybrook, tour manager for Blood Orphans, who, I am most sorry to report, have over the past few weeks disintegrated like a Chinook at the end of its run. Pressures of personality created a cauldron of emotional nothingness which conspired to rip apart the fabric of their affections. After a particularly bad show in Portland in which Bobby kicked Shane’s crutches out from under him, and Shane punched out a few more of Booby’s teeth, and Darlo and Joey broke up, and Adam received a call asking to be a session man on the new Dylan record, the unspoken and undiscussed agreement was that they should part. They left me with three hundred Euros (Joey, after a bad acid trip in Crescent City, believes that dollars are “cursed”) and the Rust Rocket, which is working surprisingly well as I tool along the Pacific Coast Highway looking for a place to fish. The California gaming laws are most complex however, so I quandarified. Anyways, let us all repair to our copies of Rocket Heart (splendid album), and remember the goodness of a late lamented group. Huzzah and shine on, Blood Orphans!

Yo, it’s Darlo! We met the most awesome dude last night in Lincoln City, a totally beautiful town on the Oregon Coast. His name was Gerard and his dad owns the body shop next to the bar we were playing in. He makes his own unique Vodkas and they’re just slamming good! He has Chocolate Vodka and Cotton Candy Vodka and Maple Vodka. Can you believe how inventive he is? He and I did a bunch of French Vanilla Vodka shots and then I took a picture of him, along with his AA sponsor, Jackson:

I love this guy! He wears a tie and a tiara to a rock show. Later on we met some college girls (sweet Lincoln City Community College!) and here he is with one of them!

Yes Joey I did hit on that girl but she totally had a boyfriend and wouldn’t budge. So now you can start talking to me again! Next stop: somewhere else!!!!!