Inter-band Cornhole. 'Nuff said

Our stop in Charleston, South Carolina brought us many wonderful things; a relaxing day at the beach, intense battles against the waters of the Atlantic, naps on the pier, free PBR, and Cornhole. For those of you who aren't hip to backyard summer games, Cornhole is a contest involving two slanted boards with holes in the middle, set up across from one another. Beanbags are tossed at the board with the intention landing them in the hole. A somewhat complex scoring system is used to chart progess, and the first team to 21 wins. Most of us on the tour were Cornhole noobs, but those Woe of Tyrants guys, hailing from southern Ohio, know their collegiate tailgate games. They showed us how it was done. I highly suggest getting into this game if you haven't already. Its a great way to usher in the summer.
Then it was off to play the Masquerade in Hotlanta for what seems like the 6th or 7th time this year. Not that we mind. The set was certainly an eventful one. Highlights include an unrehearsed rendition of Kill Us (believe me, if you weren't there, you didn't miss much. And if you were, sorry), and Chris handing his axe off to Brian, who in turn gave up his mic to Chris for an encore of "Play Some Skynard". Hey, when you play Atlanta as often as we do, you've got to make it interesting somehow. Sometimes endless shredding just won't cut it. Right?

Let's Do The Time Warp Again

Last night, Fredericksburg,VA took a trip in the Psyopus time machine to visit the ghosts of Psyopus past. Our dear friends and former bandmates Mike Horn and Harrison Christie joined us on stage to reconstruct not one, but two former Psyopus lineups. The "Odd Senses" lineup jamed out "Medusa", seemingly closing out the set. But wait! On comes Harrison to perform "Our Puzzling Encounters Considered" and a pantsless rendition of the Psyopus classic "Bones To Dust". I mean, really,would you have it any other way?
Meeting up with old friends on the road is always a treat, and sharing the stage with them once again is a great pleasure. A fun night was certainly had by all (except for the kid in front who was accosted by a pantsless giant screaming bloody murder about his cocaine problem). Thanks guys. It was a blast.