Babez, blogz, bearz, beerz

Group of angry youths in Lawrence, KS.

Taken after our show at the Eighth St. Taproom for Jayplay (it's like People magazine for the University of Kansas). We're on the cover................and? 

Well, it's been a relatively exciting and emotionally exhausting (only because we drink too much) week. Last Thursday night, we played at the Eighth St. Taproom with UMBROS, and it was kind of a strange night. Everyone's minds seemed to be elsewhere throughout the performances. It was fun nonetheless to get shitfaced with our homeslices from Columbia and our other regular mainstays/drinking buddies/co-conspirators. The show was sort of the culmination of a story about us and other local musicians published today in the Jayplay, the KU news magazine. If you're on campus, pick up the magazine to see all of our names spelled wrong in the article and to gaze upon Derek plunking out some sick bass atop Brock's shoulders on the motherfucking cover. The article is online here: http://www.kansan.com/stories/2008/mar/06/make_some_noise/

After the show, we all retreated to Space Camp, and the rest gets really hazy, mostly as a result of all the Natural Light that showed up. And the tequila shots after everyone was already sufficiently wasted. In the morning, I woke up in Dane's bed. People were passed out everywhere, and there was a half-eaten cheeseburger on the ground. I had to drive Gauraz (sic) to the bus stop half-wasted still, with only these semi-broken sunglasses I found shielding my bloodshot eyes from the harsh sunlight. When I returned to Space Camp, I heard some mysterious recorder being played by some unseen person in a nearby backyard. I found this hilarious and passed out in Iggy's bed (who was in Chicago) for an indeterminate amount of time, still able to hear the recorder from outside. The only other interesting thing that happened all weekend was when Dane shotgunned a beer in this frontyard Sunday morning around 4 am and barfed it up immediately afterwards.

Sunday night Luke, Drew, Derek, Lisa and I played a Baby Birds show at the Taproom. After the weekend off from work and drinking myself into a stupor three or four straight nights, I awoke around 1 pm on Sunday and decided to go to Baby Birds practice for that evening's show. I promised myself I wouldn't drink that night, but predictably we all ended up getting super wastey wasted, like, hanging out with the bartender and doing shots until nearly closing time.

Monday night was a temporary recovery period, and then Tuesday, Boo and Boo Too played some strange benefit show at the Jackpot. We played with a few bands I didn't really pay attention to, as well as the Snuggle Bugs, who were fun and made me laugh. We hung out with Jenna most of the night and briefly with Ilenia and the Umbros, who were back in town for the evening. I was feeling especially panicky, and my interactions with everyone were generally pretty awkward, probably because I had decided it would be a good idea to take a bunch of bong rips right before venturing to the Jackpot, and then there were all these hardcore kids hanging out there from the early show. Tuesday was the first show Luke has played with us since September, and for various reasons, it was one of my favorite sets we've played in a while. We didn't have the chance to practice for the show in light of receiving a noise complaint last week thanks to our bitchy fucking neighbors, so instead we just had a pre-show conference in the back alley. I went on a buzzed rambling about how this show needed to be all about letting Boo and Boo Too begin to heal as a consummate entity, which just might have worked as the set seemed to abound with positive or at least content vibes. Saturday we are playing a show at the Duke here in Lawrence on Elm Street. I hope Freddy Krueger comes and chops my head off.