Last weekend, last show.

Hurrican Hannah came to visit us. So did Chuck Berry. Dovi made the trip down from Williamsburg in the storm to see Charles Berry play. We all had our doubts whether or not Chuck would show up. Hell, not only did he show up, but he went on early. He played like an 80 something year old man, but still awesome to see. Moments after this photo, it started to rain. Umbrellas went up and it was hard to see the ole coot on stage, but we could still hear him butcher his once great songs. Still, it was Chuck Berry. All 40 minutes of him. Poof, and he was gone. Seriously.


Later that night, The Suburban Sweethearts played our last show under that name and with Joe Yerry. It was an excellent show, probably our best. Hmmmm. More from us soon. Here's a photo taken by Karen Mann.


The next day, I recovered mostly from the night before. We, The Lindelof's, did go back down to Raleigh Wide Open to hang out with the kids and see the (loooong) fireworks. We also saw Lou Gramm. You know, the guy from Foreigner. Foreigner. Foreigner. Say it 3 times fast. I dare you.


This truck is parked outside our practice space and cracks me up for some reason.