UNPLANNED REVALATION. So, last night happened not as planned. VIP invitation via email to an underground celebration... "Wander in at eight. Group begins at ten." Deep consideration. Not my scene. (as if I have a scene) Great bystander story fodder, I thought to myself. The sofa sucked me until eleven. Driving by at eleven-forty-five... bacon loading up the van. Bust? I laugh a sigh of relief... and hell, I'm clothed and out of the house. Make a night of it. Pub and onto the StarBar. Just around the block, you'd think I'd go there more often than I do. With an open eye, I noticed the charm... it's simply true. Like 50 years of underground americana wrapped up in corregated metal and neon signs. Original Sinners. Remember the band X? Punk Rockabilly is genuinely American. It's real as well. So, I realize. Tonight, pondering the honest sensibility of punk. That is the charm. After hours of playing guitar just a bit different, less structured. There will be a music project. Unstructured and without obvious pop-appeal. Might just be more popular. Barebones. peace- seanrox