If you want something done right, do it yourself.  That’s my motto.

There comes a point in the life of all bands where an inspiring woman will come into the picture and tear apart the bonds of rock n roll brotherhood.

The other half of steelshirt was all “Oh come on, duuuude.  Chillax!  I’m gonna go catch some waves then I’ll come back and play some Jack Johnson stuff and it’ll be totally gnarly!  She’ll love it!  We can just play a couple chords and it’ll be totally cool! Yeah, dude!”  You know what?  That’s not the way I fly.  Now you listen to me, luckyshart: I’m not sure how you laid back Californians do things, but I don’t do anything half-assed.

Nicky, this one is for you.