Excerpts from the logs of Captain Feedback (aka: Legit):

Saturday May 26th, 2002... Embarking on Silver Legacy Tour

It is now 1:30 pm and a strong Sou' Wester is blowing along Harrison street, wafting the delectable smells of teryaki, jerked chicken and shish-kabob in our general direction. Carnaval day 2002. The main stage this year has been erected right across the street from our Mission HQ on the flat expanse of Harrison escarpment. The strident, tone-deaf bleatings of yet another San Francisco Santana cover band herald our departure. Traffic situation looks bleak. Oye como va.

2:15: Having taken all of 45 minutes to exit the Mission District, we proceed at approximately 4 miles per hour up the entrance ramp to the bay bridge. Tensions seem frayed. Our trusty pilot, Mahatma Boom Boom, showing possible signs of Hypervitaminosis A (or perhaps the later stages of Hypoglycemia)

3:00: The skies are clear, all is well from atop the great bridge of the bay.

3:15: The view from the bridge is, as we have said, quite nice.

3:30: Great fucking view from the top of the bridge.

4:00: Somewhere near Vallejo. We have stopped to re-examine our maps and to ask simple questions of the local populace. We are lead by a series of crude road markers to the place called, "The Safeway." Sandwiches are consumed voraciously. The men have not eaten since leaving port nearly two hours ago. All is mirth and optimism. Captain feedback (aka: Legit) assumes the helm.

5:30: We are just now passing "Fuck Boy" Crevasse, the spot where Mark "Punk Ass" Growden gave his life so that better men might flourish. Hats are removed, a brief prayer is mumbled, thanks is giiven, Captain Feedback farts loudly. Hip hip! Hip hip! Hiphip!

6:30: The Bitch and her three manly passengers rolls on in to Reno. Land Ho! The Reno Jazz Club is spotted at a distance of perhaps 200 yards, our approach is slow and cautious. The natives in this land can be dangerous.

7:00: Equipment is unloaded. Hellos are exchanged between Rubes and the stalwart fellows who remembered us from the last time. First beers are consumed.

7:30: It is with great happiness and joy in my heart that I tell of the arrival of our compatriots: Japonize Elephants.
Following the advice as detailed to us by a friendly savage, the Rubinized Elephants head down Fourth street in search of a place called: "Jimboys." Which, according to said savage, is "not like that Taco Bell crap."

7:45: After walking for an interminable amount of time, fording the newly christened, "Go Bricky" river and ordering three unseemly tacos it is determined that the Jimboy chicken taco is almost unpalatable. Evidently, the good people of Reno Nevada prefer to have their chicken tacos slathered with a three and a half tablespoons of mayonaise. Contrary to the opinion of our trusty bar-keep, it is decided that the Jimboy taco actually occupies a spot two or three ignominious rungs beneath the Taco Bell chicken taco...

8:30: After a long walk, meat is procured. Drinks (and beer slurpies) are drunk. Great tunes are played for us by a Bryan Adams cover band at a strange "Beef and Burgers," joint.

9:00-11:00: Drunkenness is happening.

11:00: Rube Waddell begins playing. The crowd is much more promising than during our previous trip to Reno. There are at least 22 people at the Reno Jazz Club.

11:19: 20 minutes into our set only 11 of the original 22 yet remain. (Lou Rawls is playing at the Cal Neva).

11:45: Nearing the end of our set, approximately 6 audience members remain.

12:00: Fearing that we will somehow manage to drive out the remaining 4 audience members we hand over the stage to the Japonize Elephant crew.

12:30: Elephant rocking begins. Through the process of spontaneous generation a dozen audience members magically appear.

1:00am: Chamia and Johari, two hot babes from Oak-town arrive... dancing happens... (what the hell was the name of that crazy C-dance step they were doing?) Captain Feedback begins crude booty shaking...

1:15am: Chamia and Johari representin!

2:00am: Despite, dwindling audience and semi-palatable rations, Japonize Elephants succeed in kicking ass and taking names...

2:00 - 4:30am: Drunkenness continues to happen... Free rooms at the Ramada Inn scored for us by our manly Bar Man... Alex.

4:30 - 5:30am: We all decide to give forty dollars to the nice people who run the Cal Neva casino... we make this offering -- as is the custom in these primitive regions -- by placing untold supplies of quarters into the mouths of hungry machines...

5:45: Kirk and Dave decide to clog their arteries with the .99 cent breakfast special at the Cal Neva... the entire contents of this exceptionally well greased repast of eggs, sausage, hash browns and toast are consumed, by Kirk, through a straw.

6:00: The death of each day's life. .

8:00: The cry of alarm is sounded. One of the Elephants has disappeared. It is suggested that he may have been swallowed whole by "Punk Ass" Crevasse.

10:30am: Rowina, a tough, no nonsense kinda broad from Palm Springs gives us the inside scoop on the strip joints of Reno. Now we are prepared to lose even more money next time through the "biggest little city in the world."

11:00am: The Rubes arise. The Silver Legacy Buffet B'fast is our only goal this day. Indeed for at least one Rube this was the principal motivation for the entire Silver Legacy Tour. Scrambled eggs, (cooked to fluffy, firm perfection), crispy corned beef hash, (freshly spooned from the can) a splendid melange of mixed fruits, ("for we on honey dew hath fed,") orange juice, champagne, coffee, waffles, fried chicken, truffles, chocolate cake. At about 11:20, Rev Wupass begins a strange, hulking, brutish dance. His face is turning blue with possible waffle overload.

1:00pm: The honorable Rev. Wupass is down for the count. Moaning in the back seat. Saying something about fried chicken and corned beef hash. Situation looks bleak. These may well be his last words.

2:30pm: Somewhere outside Truckee, The Hon. Rev Wupass explodes. His body parts are gathered and buried in a shallow grave, on a sunny patch of hillock near the gnawed--on remains of Mark "Fuck Boy" Growden...

5:30pm: The Rubes (what's left of us) arrive -- safe and sound -- back in the Mission district. Santana cover bands are still lording over Carnaval. All is well. Despite the tragic demise of the Rev. Wupass we are grateful to have returned in two of our original three pieces. Funerary rites will be held in the coming weeks. Are there any fair virgins out there who would like to offer up their lives in order that the hon. Reverend can have some company in ham heaven? ... send us e-mail if you know of any... okay. That's all folks... stay tuned for pics of the Silver Legacy Tour to be posted here in the next few days....

awright,

Peace-out,

Cap'n Feedback (aka: Legit)

After a weekend of delectable ditties at the Plough we hesitated to preempt what promised to be yet another ill-fated journey in "the Bitch" to return to our dear friends in Bisbee, AZ by virtue of a little South West tour. The "tour" per se ended up being non-existant besides the Bisbee show (sorry Bisbeeners) and "the Bitch" just doesn't wanna do it any more. So with apologies to all who hoped to see us on our swing through the SW we now regroup and prepare for a summer of "gathering our collective fecal matter", so to speak, and the search for a new bitch.
We are forever yours, ever and thoroughly possessed....