There is something wickedly weird and bare about doing shows all the
time, every week, one after the other after the other. We pulled out
our equipment the other day at one of our favorite local venues,
turned around to the bartender, and asked, “uh...what day is this
again?” she politely and lovingly informed us it was Friday, which is
the day after Thursday, the day right before Saturday. There must
have been some dumbfounded look on our faces because she slid us a
cloudy-eyed IPA and shook her head as though we were a five-year-old
child hepped up on goofballs.
omg. We are a five-year-old child hepped up on goofballs.
But Friday was good. Friday meant we weren’t opening up for karaoke, again.
Also? We made an EP, all folkadelic and done gonzo-style with Runlevel5 Records.