The Living Rockumentary

We're minutes away from the Great Debate, so I'll be short (5'7").
Some would say that "Geoff" hosts Pipe Line. But we all know that Jeff Breeze hosts "Pipeline!"

I'd had a gross rainy day of driving the library van (anyone catch the 5 page article in Hampshire Life all about my job last week?). At my last stop, the van decided not to start anymore (diagnosis: a starter). After the necessary calls, I envisioned having to miss Pipeline because I was stuck in Chesterfield on a rainy day. But help arrived in time, so I could eventually go home, change and get in my car and drive 2 more hours in the rain to Cambridge.
Tony in tow.
Prior to our set, we all eyed Tony's burger from the upstairs place, and we had enough time. So Jeff gave me money to get him a burger. Ning gave me money because I had not enough to get myself a hoagie and a Merlot (in 2 different places).
Max and I avoided the Contra Dance and found the bar. In 5 minutes, I'd had my merlot and he, his (Anchor Steam? Sierra Nevada?). What drove us to drink so fast was a) we had to be on the air soon and b) a man who said he' dnever read The DaVinci Code talking non stop about all the conspiracy theories he'd read on the internet surrounding the book.

Ok, we did the show. I had lots of fun drumming. Very loose. This was my third time on Pipeline--consult the archives on their site and you'll see 12/98--The Aloha Steamtrain, and last year was Lo Fine.

Going home, we found that the Red Sox were tied and in extra innings. Before you could say "Mass Pike Entrance", they'd won.