Yes, I think about them

Saw the Waco Brothers' full-frontal onslaught last night. They continue to reign, even when Tracey-less. The show took place outdoors in the broad daylight -- jarring for a band so suited to dank, sweaty, beer-drenched spaces. Magically, the more I drank, the less I noticed the awkward sunlight.

If I had my way, they would still be performing, and I would still be standing there with a wide-mouth plastic bottle of MGD. I will gather their Cash/Clash detritus for as long as they're willing to scatter it. I've got the time.

(This photo is not from last night, as it was taken indoors and includes Tracey, second from top. I present it merely as an illustration of the aforementioned full-frontal rock onslaught. What you can't see is drunk Marc Durante on pedal steel, undoubtedly bracing himself against the wall for extra upright support.)