Yeah, this entry is listed under “Food” because Seagal has gotten FAT. He’s big, massive big. I got to the show on Sunday late and only caught the encore, but 20 minutes of fat Seagal was depressing enough for me.

The man's gone walrus on us; all he needs now is a handlebar mustache and he'll look like somebody's dad.

His blues... they were... there's no way around it, they were cheese-ball. And he didn't do much of anything but play slippery little leads, smile every 10 minutes, and squint into the audience. (Is Seagal blind now? He kinda looks it.)

The crowd was full of middleage men with ponytails doing the powerdance, just wild, arms flailing, nowhere near in time with the music, danger dancing. Danger.

Erik didn't get in. (Guest list F-up.) Chas was buried in the crowd. Scott got there late (who knew the show would be over by 10fucking30pm.) So I lone rangered it up front and watching our action hero rock out like a drunken slug. Which is a long way of saying, best show ever. Fucking Seagal, man!