That old geezer Elton Tipwood is trying to make us pay him for all those gigs he got us playing in cornfields on the back of flat bed semi-trailers.

I remember driving him home one night after a long night at the Wonder Bar in Elwood, and he told me “L.A., you only live once, so don’t forget to stop and smell the cow manure on the way.” I still don’t understand what that old bastard was talking about, but we still aren’t going to pay him.

Check out Elton’s MySpace page.