Everybody
turns 40: Except those of us who die first, or are birthed at the age of 489
months. Which I suppose would be possible, but your mom wouldn't
appreciate it very much. Anyway, Illbillys had been turning 40 willy-nilly over
the past several months (YEARS in Joe's case), but the baby of the Illbillys,
the one member who could still think of himself as something other than a
decrepit old geezer (this would be JB of whom we're speaking), FINALLY reached
middle age(ish) on April 26th. What was done to commemorate this monstromous
occasion? Well nothing really, but three days later the Illbillys played on his
back deck for a milling, well-fed crowd of 96.
Would you, could you with a scar? Click them! Click them, here they are!