Wild, Wild West! Welcome to Cheyenne ... Yeehaw! Not a bad town as far as dusty Buffalo Bill towns go. One cool thing is those drive-up liquor stores (?), where you can buy something and get tanked without leaving the safety of your own car. Wow! Who done thunk that one up?? Something like, "I'll just grab a 12 pack, and go ride around in my car!" Wanna come?!

I remember one time, many moons ago, when I played here. We had a night off, and had heard about this club with live music, so we went down there to jam. Turned out to be a country bar. With a country band. And friends, in this part of the country, they DO MEAN country! Ha,ha. So of course we got up there and played The Clash. Now THAT was punk, baby! That's living dangerously. Whew ... pretty fun, but we did almost get our asses kicked. Some thought it was cool, but some of them "good ol' boys" were not amused. As I was walking out past the bar counter, the gruff guy behind the bar looked down from behind a big cowboy hat, spat, and said:

"Well, son ... that ain't my type of music. But that DID take some balls!"

Yep, the man gave me a drink outta respect. Heard him chuckling as I walked away. Not too much more was going on, but there was one cool thing: a hot tub right in our hotel room. Pretty swank for a trading post town, yesssir! Splash/Trash/Midnight Bash/Whiplash!
True stories from Cheyene, Wyoming ... -Todd