The "Bigger than Jesus" International House of Rock is open for business.

We moved into the rehearsal space today, and I gladly would have stayed there all night. (Seriously, if there were a cable channel that broadcast nothing but long-haired metal dudes playing snippets of classic rock songs, I would quit my job and devote my life to watching it. VH1, I'm looking in your direction.)

Tomorrow, actual rehearsals commence, followed by weeks of slave-driving, soul-crushing torment by Joni DeRouchie, who will attempt to make every one of us cry before this is over. I'm actually kind of looking forward to it.

Pics of the load-in:





Of course, it's only a matter of time before the every exposed inch is festooned with all manner of 80s rock paraphernalia, starting with a black Cinderella tapestry. Mmmm....Night Songs.