This really IS Not Ok.

Not Ok followed the Pinker at Town Hall Hotel Sunday night, and brought the music portion of the night to a close with a more intimate, mature performance. Okay, not really. It’s not like they went on like a bunch of nancies, but they did seat themselves on some leather ottomans that made me think of an MTV unplugged set circa ‘95.

Again, whether it’s half stacks on 10, or no amps at all, they are crisp and clean, a well-oiled rock ‘n’ roll machine. THIS is Not Ok. (The earlier picture was really Warrant. I hope you got the joke.)

The last thing I remember about the Town Hall Hotel that night was doing a shot of Jameson with Luke, our friend and promoter of the Sydney shows. Apparently both bands went up the street to get food—I had some pizza—but I can only take everyone’s word on that. I do have a memory of getting into a taxi at some point in the night, but that’s about it for me. Bryan says I made a mess of the bathroom by pissing everywhere, except in the toilet, when we got back to the hotel, but I still have my doubts about that. The fact that Scott slept soundly through his ranting about the clean up makes me suspicious he wasn’t the culprit, but knew I’d get the blame if he kept quiet. ;)