Looky here, I feel like at a certain point, I’ve said all there is to be said in regards to these folks. I’ve beat the horse til it was dead and then beat it some more until it came back to life, and then I beat it again til it was dead again, and then some more after that. However, we’re kind of partial to them, and so we’ll keep kicking that horse, until it runs off or the music runs out, whichever comes first.

For a minute it looked kind of glib, would Ivory Deville be in Austin in full force, or would just pieces of them trickle down from Cal-IF-ORN-IA? Then when it became readilly apparent that the full crew would be in tow, well, we said you have to do another session, it just must be, that’s the only way. So we pulled on their teeth, for just a moment, or two, and we coaxed’em into a little more magic. Even convinced the Wolf Man to jump in the swimming pool on a rainy day. Dude needed a bath. Take one he did, in the most rock and roll of manners. So you know that this is clean, as clean as it can be…