North Pekin's Finest

Looks like we're going to have trouble leaving the pod-bay door open when we practice in the Mothership from now on.  Whilst having one of our awesome late night practices out in North Pekin tonight, we thought we had averted another "Angry Dad" incident.  (A couple weeks ago, a red-faced, Harley Davidson shirt-wearing dad stormed into our practice space, because apparently they could hear us at their house that was over a mile away; who was followed by several strips of bacon.  At least they all complimented us after they reamed us for being loud.)  Anyway, tonight at about quarter til 3am we had 3 strips of bacon, with a side of shut the fuck up.  Well, they were a little nicer than that.... And they also told us we sounded good!  So I guess we make music that pigs enjoy; go figure.  We only regret that we didn't get a shot of them all set in place holding our instruments.  Next time, boys... Next time.