Never stare down a man with superior scruff.
Mixing it up.
One of the members of Pepper liked to sneak up on his mic at the beginning of every performance.
Number...number....something.
Dancing for 40 minutes straight apparently tones a few muscles.
While his crew admires and respects him, they really wish Chausse would stop telling the story of how he stabbed a 40lb trout with a fountain pen because it was "coming right at him."
If nature had intended for us to have three, we would have been born th....oh, is my mic still on? Oops, sorry.
"You want this cymbal? What will you give me for it? I've already got your soul, the rights to your first born, and your iPod. Do you really need those glasses to see?" "You want this cymbal? What will you give me for it? I've already got your soul, the rights to your first born, and your iPod. Do you really need those glasses to see?"
"Ack...ack. I think I ate a bug."
No one wants to play patty-cake with Chausse. We've all learned that particular lesson.
Richard likes to accommodate the bands' needs, but he had no idea where he was going to get a live Emu on a Sunday afternoon.
"Oh crap, I forgot the words again."
Tyler prepares to record the event for posterity. And for possible blackmail material. It's one of his side gigs.
ALO with tongue.
