Sorry that everyone's faces came out orange. Next time we'll try to
get a lighting guy, and eat less carrots.
Sorry that everyone's faces came out orange. Next time we'll try to
get a lighting guy, and eat less carrots.
Doug belts out Terms of Psychic Warfare as Dan and Greg join in
and Bill wishes he had a mike. For those of you who can never
decipher the backing vocals, they're "Aaaahhhhh, aaaahhhhh, aaaahhhhh,
aaaahhhhh." Sing along next time!
Dan and Greg gripe to each other about their aching backs.
Dan demonstrates the time-honored technique of singing and looking at
your fretboard simultaneously. Most people get past this stage after
their third guitar lesson or so.
Dan wishes he was dead, as Greg tries to make an unobtrusive
retreat.
Doug usually vibrates his guitar back and forth at tremendous speeds
to ensure that no one can copy his solos.
But we caught him off guard in this shot, as he croons "White Christmas."
Greg's just happy to be here. You can't really tell, but that's a
big stage. I'm reasonably certain that the substance in the
lower part of the picture is hair. Please also note the trademark
apple on Greg's amp.
Greg didn't find his wife in this bar.
Dan's rates for dancing lessons are actually quite reasonable.