Archive for March, 2008

…and the car shakes everytime…

Sunday, March 9th, 2008

“Tire blew out going 65 on the highway.”

…the way the car sways scares the shit out of me…

Sunday, March 9th, 2008

“Freezing cold and listening to Salt N Peppa somewhere in Tennesse.”

…I can’t remember anything beyond that…

Saturday, March 8th, 2008

“Day 1. Haven’t shaved in weeks.”

 
We dream of un-confiscated forties, shit-cheap liquor off a plywood bar, smoking inside, bands in the backyard, in the basement, in the bathtub. Out of necessity, we do shows at venues that are pretty lenient by New York standards, but in a perfect world every show would happen at home (in this city of eternal roommates). To get to the nitty-gritty, if you have a space, and think music forcefully shoved inside might work for us both, drop us an email. We can use all shapes and sizes, from pretty little alleyways or back porches for an acoustic kind of good time, or an industrial-looking basement for around 100 kids to spazz the fuck out in…