Billy Was A No Show

When a gallery hosts an artist reception, wouldn't you assume that the "artist" would be there, sipping wine out of plastic glasses and schmoozing with future art buyers?

That lady with a big black marker (full of courage to ask for an autograph) clutching her "Heavens to Murgatroid, It's Thee Headcoats (Already)" lp with no Billy Childish in the place is a sad sight indeed. Not that this was me or anything.

Lucky thing that DJ Big Cookie saved the day by riding her bike over to the rescue to join us for drinks that led to singing songs about cats. Thank you DJ BC!