There's few things I haven't heard of in while.
Which reminds me...
Killer album, by the way.
I babysat once for a friend years ago who waited tables at Alex Cooley's Electric Ballroom in Atlanta. She was supposed to get home by 2AM, but it was after 6AM when she got home. I was on the living room floor sound asleep. Turned out Johnny was playing that night. After his show, he came over to her section to hang out. He had a big briefcase full of illicit stuff; she wasn't even sure about half of what she'd done. I was impressed she'd found her way home. Apparently that was his MO. I'm impressed the cat lasted all those years.


I see what you did there