Went to see the Swingin' Johnsons at the Berkeley Cafe. Burney had his new pink paisley Fender guitar, the going-away gift from the Creatives. They have a cool sound now and are looking quite professional on stage--but getting mixed up in Cocaine Blues seems to be a tradition.
I was wearing my Johnsons' baby-doll tee, doing my Johnsons' groupie thing, and sooner rather than later I started dancing and a bunch of others danced too. It was great fun, and it was too bad that I had to run home, so I didn't get my sleeping rhythm out of whack before having to get up at 6am for the event on Sunday.