The Golden Honeypot
“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.” -Ray Bradbury I like floating around the neighborhood on Sunday mornings after shows. Blasting slow music in the 'phones while my mind wanders the road. Reflecting on the oil spill that always flows down the stream after successful nights in the city. Flashbacks and waves of pity. The lows are few and the highs are pretty. Incredible vibe at SBC last night. Everyone from the owners down to the drummers had a good time. The fans liked the bands and the bands liked each other. Merch got hawked, gear was shared, hugs were had. Liquor and punk rock blend together in the most amazing ways. I remember waiting for Youth Decay to come on stage and feeling like a kid at Croatian Cultural Centre in 1998. I tried to buy a shirt but they didn't have my size (monster). Bzz Bzzzz Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Our 'stume obsession is a horrible disease and there is no cure except more 'stumes. Please send us your ideas because we are coming up with some awful shit right now that needs to be stopped, especially from Shafer. That bee aint right. But it is certainly fun to dress up and dance around, always has been. Our shtick aint bad. We are lucky to agree. Sometimes it feels like success is just one 'stume away... We'll get there, some day. -CWP
*photo by Richard Lowe, the best guy you will ever know.