I'd like to start by thanking my friend Tim. He is the wrapping on the gifts we give. He is the biggest fan of the scene we live. He is the glue that binds us. He makes local bands famous. He drives a Lexus. Thank you Tim, and your constant great-successness.
Wednesday is a hard day to organize a concert, but my friend Tim organized 4 in a row, and every one was a fun and fantastic show. He knew the flow. With a billion splashes of creative lashes. This scene brings out the best and brightest crashes. What? How? When?
I am Superbowl drunk. Let's dive in.
Our new guitar player is pretty damn good at guitar. Had to really check him out at a show first, but yeah, he's real good. Way better than you (me). Probably a better singer too, so just a matter of time before he dies (mysteriously). Not my problem. Tired of being blamed for the deaths of others. I am a safe friend. Just ask my brother(s).
Here's the real deal:
Our band is gonna drop like 29 more videos and you can't stop us. Our new album is never coming out, ever. Sorry about all the lies but this is the new reality in this internet age. We can't be bothered by the effects of popularity or rage. Get with the times, think outside the cage. Everything we had, we left on the stage (on Wednesday).
Please understand that I am largely-lying, and the album, along with any ham-subs in my possession, will all be available soon at many local stores, and behind the shadows in your favourite local bars.
I am so sorry, thank you for reading this far.