baby bird update....



oh man. it was about a month ago that we found and took care of a baby sparrow. after a few days of round the clock feeding, we noticed that one of his legs might be broken so we rushed him over to the calabasas wildife center. they told us he was screwed and most likely would have to be killed. they took him away from us and we cursed that wildlife center a good one.

we called in everyday for ten days to check on him, after that we stopped because we didn't want to know if he had been put down. we thought we would wait awhile for the wounds to heal before we got the bad news. so a month passed, and we figured he was gone.

boom! fast forward to a few days ago. we got the call that baby bird, aka/ baby dude, was not only going to live, but they wanted us to be there to release him! so on friday we drove over to the center and they handed us a box of three birds and said we could take the box and release them wherever we wanted. what the hell? so we got into the car and drove to malibu state park, walked about a mile in so we could be by a river and let baby dude and two of his closest homies fly away. i might have picked the best spot on this earth to leave them. here's the emotional release.

mike b and his magic piano

trying to meet our deadline, mike b desperately plays piano.



one more time

pioneer town

i don't know if you have ever been to pioneer town, but i think you should. it's a place where you can get mixed up with the biggest lowlifes who turn out to be lifelong friends. we rented a room at the rimrock ranch. we were balling out of control. just look.......


taking a dip in the tub. no big deal. just another day in the life of this player.


discussing what to wear to tonight's big show aka/ open mic night.


so the heart of pioneer town is a place called pappy and harriet's. it's a restaurant, bar and music hall. and it's also a little magical. it the hogwart's of the desert. we ate dinner and then rocked the crowd. here's a highlight....



played by carlos santana

i can't resist. here's someone making an ass out of carlos santana. i lose it every time i hear the keyboard player playing the 'final countdown'. this will hopefully be the last of these videos. 


steve vai is god

i remember a time in my young life when i thought that shredding was it. i wanted to shred. i waited in a three hour line to meet joe satriani when i was in junior high. maybe if i shook his hand some of that shred would rub off onto me. i still have my signed copy of surfing with the alien. it's something one should outgrow by high school. but, these dudes still captivate guys who can't play guitar and namm show nerds. 


i guess there's a big community of guys who make these videos. they take guitar legends and then make them look like assholes. it takes real skill because the timing is flawless. me and naim sat around for an hour laughing at these. here are two of my two steve vai favorites.






leaving tucson

goodbye to tucson. here's what i'll remember.




this is naim schooling me in the art of tasteful soloing. he didn't know i was filming so i darkened the image for legal reasons.

still in this

coming back to life after food poisoning. i've been wearing this shirt for like five days. my sickness has given me a new appreciation for using a whammy bar. it makes the guitar sound like you don't know how to play it. it's great.


here are a couple of awesome amps that i will never see again.


the last moments of a hot solo. another pat on the back.



rubio's shrimp taco's

food poisoning. thank you rubio's for your amazing shrimp tacos. and for the vision quest that i was on for three days straight after dehydration. thank you rubio's for allowing this chance to meet with my spirit animal.

after missing the first show we had out here with cmg, i wasn't going to let rubio's win the battle. grabbed my tambo and headed out for the trunkspace in phoenix. it was all a blur. here's a highlight.

party this saturday