A Barking Dog

I’m Dave Stevens and you’re not. This just in, Generalisimo Fransisco Franco is still dead… (ask your parents if you don’t get that reference)

Last we left Ear Boy and his band of merry musos they were touring Mexico enjoying the nutty hijinks of the local promoter. This time it would be different. Ear Boy and the gang are continuing with a short tour of Spain, three dates to be exact. This is keeping with our tradition of touring countries that only speak Spanish, Mexico, Spain and California.

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There we were in the vast bowels of the Fargo Dome. It’s a pretty fucking big place. Big enough to play college football. In fact, that’s what they did there. That’s not what we were doing there, we were having a big rock show. We had the previous day off, a Saturday. Most rock shows don’t have Saturdays off though sometimes it’s unavoidable. Fargo wasn’t such a bad place to have a day off, especially a Saturday night. It had been about four years since I was here last. Then we were at the Civic Center. I mistakenly thought they were the same gigs. Boy was my lame ass wrong. I was so not right I wasn’t even wrong.

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