The Earth sticker (blue ocean, green Americas, white clouds) that had been on my wah-wah pedal since, I think, the summer of 1994 fell off last night, at a rare non-Strange Maine gig. Misidentified as "Mr. Chris and the Animals," we played a continuous hour-and-a-half jam at Slainte!, a wine bar on Preble Street where apparently anybody can play and make $50. There was one amazing peak, a few dense thickets, and lots of scarily sparse expanses. Zack had been using the wah; the sticker fell off as he left the stage in disgust.