City: Fort Worth
State: Texas
Country: US
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Monday, February 16, 2009
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I am so thankful to have your support and love with my own music, KatsüK. I would like to turn you onto some other things i am doing that might interest you.
One group is called, THE SKIN & BONES DRUM CULT. It is a group of 10 of my favorite musicians, mostly drummers that hold a few shows a year but when we do...oh we do! It is an improvisational drum orgy with violin, bass, native flutes and vocals. www.myspace.com/theskinandbonesdrumcult
The other group is called, Dia De Los Muertos. It is a project created with Shonuff from Spoonfed Tribe incorporating digital beats with a Dead Can Dance feel. A sensual and emotive electronic journey into our beautiful sexual center as well the overcoming of our fear of the illusion of death. www.myspace.com/diadelosmuertosmusic
When you have a moment, please check em out. I hope it finds you well.
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Friday, January 02, 2009
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Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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Current mood:  anxious
So there's this thing that if you go and check out our song, JUST In CasE on the NEW just by clicking the link:
http://www.kdge.com/cc-common/artist_submission/player.html?art=159835
...It will tally up hits and then if we get up there in the higher hights of hits, we will be played on the airwaves. Please take a quick moment and help us spread some Conscious Music worldwide. Much Love and Thanks!
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Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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Category: News and Politics
Rocky Mountain High
Back from Colorado, folk-rock singer-songwriter Daniel Katsük has newfound energy and … new bandmates.
By CAROLINE COLLIER
When local folk-rocker Daniel Katsük decamped for Boulder, Colo., a year ago, he was looking forward to a new start. After adjusting to the thin air, the young veteran singer-songwriter assembled a full band and set out to do something he'd always wanted: to fully orchestrate his mostly acoustic compositions. The result, he said, was "intoxicating." Unfortunately, though, things started to fall apart. "We were all going in different directions," he said. "I was tired of struggling to make it work, so I ended up disbanding the group. I was ready to do it on my own.
"Colorado was a time of very powerful lessons," he continued. "In the last year and a half, I've been through dramatic experiences with bands. It's very stressful. … I didn't want to go down that path again."
Compared to Boulder-Denver, North Texas looks like local-music nirvana, he said, noting that so many great touring bands go through Colorado's capital that most non-mainstream local bands have a hard time drawing big crowds. Fort Worth, on the other hand, he said, is a "great music scene, with great bands and great people. … This is a very genuine place."
He moved back about a year ago. "This is my home," said Katsük, who grew up here and still has family in the area. "I call it the 'Magnet-plex' – I keep trying to leave, but I keep getting pulled back."
When he was in Boulder, Katsük was always coming back here, not just to play but to lay down tracks on his recently released third album. He recorded Out in the Wind both here and in Colorado.
He happened to be in town visiting on New Year's Eve – specifically, at the Cultural District's Blue Grotto – when one of his favorite bands of local musicians was playing. Little did Katsük know that Sally Majestic was also somewhat in flux. The trio had been broken up for nearly a year before reuniting a few months before the New Year's gig. Guitarist Scott Vernon said that he, bassist P.J. Fry, and drummer Tim Cowdin just needed a little break. "We didn't want to quit playing with each other," he said. "We love each other so much."
The three guys and Katsük, who had known one another from the scene, got to talking. The foursome, Katsük said, found "instant chemistry in more ways than music. … It felt like I was hanging out with people I've known since high school."
Almost as soon as Katsük got re-settled here, the trio began learning his music – his catalog weighs in at about 200 original compositions. The band also has written two originals and is looking to add more. Now performing as KatsüK, the quartet already has played a number of regional shows and is booked through June.
Before hooking up with Sally Majestic, Katsük had finished about 90 percent of Out in the Wind, recorded in Fort Worth at Infinite Possibility Studios with best friend and producer Evan Jones, who also produced Katsük's previous two albums, Remembrance and A Leaf's Journey. Both albums are credited to the singer-songwriter's former nom de plume, A-Hummin' Acoustical Acupuncture.
Out in the Wind is 80 minutes of 17 songs, a majority centered on Katsük's acoustic guitar and occasionally effects-laden voice. Covering topics such as love, war, and celebration, Out in the Wind, Katsük said, "represented me going out on my own and doing this. It represents a time in my life where I was leaving the past behind, giving away stones and baggage: jealousy, anger, bitterness, ego, the things keeping us from being who we are."
The album is fleshed out with backline drumming by producer Jones and percussion by Jonathan Irwin. Katsük also gets help on harmony vocals from girlfriend Jordan Franz and famous Austinite Patrice Pike. Three local stalwarts – guitarist Darrin Kobetich, bassist Marcus Lawyer, and violinist Steve Huber – provide instrumental accompaniments.
Vernon, Fry, and Cowdin play on one track, "Tabernacle," a song about "being in the fire and burning out all the things you have been carrying," said Katsük, whose spirituality has led him into many sweat lodges.
Sally Majestic, Katsük said, "really blew it up." Katsük and company plan on recording an album in the fall back at Jones' studio. "I've grown and grown and grown," Katsük said. "But I couldn't be happier with where I am right now."
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
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Category: Writing and Poetry
KatsüK Out In The Wind Lyrics
1. Oasis (Instrumental)
2. Children Of The Boom
You gave it your all You made your final stance The world is deaf and barren No need for advance. So you're paralyzed, by things that didn't fly If only you knew. Children of the boom don't waiver Complacency is never safer For some they say, "the world will never change" Oh you know its not, it's not too late
Carrying your own weight Burying the old ways Settled in the world's ways Children of the boom, hey
What type of world will you leave your son? And seven generations? You've only just, you've just begun There's so much more that's to be done To be done To be done To be done
Resurrect yourself Resurrect yourself Resurrect yourself Resurrect yourself
Carrying your own weight Burying the old ways Behind this white picket fence hides your grave Buried in your old age Settled in the world's ways Here has come a new wave Children of the new age
What type of world will you leave your son? And seven generations? You've only just, you've just begun There's so much more that's to be done To be done To be done To be done…
Resurrect yourself Resurrect yourself Resurrect yourself Resurrect yourself
3. Course Of Empire
Here escaped Born under your name Fell into the sum A course that's already run
Save yourself You a crumbling empire The walls you've made are of cast stones And none of them you own.
Here awake Storming these gates For all your world undone A course into the sun
Save yourself You a crumbling empire These walls you've made are of cast stones And none of them you own.
4. Undivided Day
"Will you listen? Offering invitation Walk with this Me this way"
I don't have time for this, I must still carry on I did my best to listen it's you not me who's gone!
"You wont listen without My intervention On your knees you babe."
Crumbled in your hands Ember of an arrogance Settled in a lie With spooned out eyes
A defeated soldier, lies In a bed desire made, inner war A foolish martyr dies A coward sleep and others pain, Fore all are torn Oh all are torn, All are torn
Humbled in your hands Tearing all wounds will someday mend Truth will come to host Tearing pulled together sewn
Keep these shoulders high Fortify the choice made for outer war A Highest Order arrives A giant leap and time will say how you soared Oh how you soared, Oh how you soared, How you soared
There's no need of defense of a lofty kingdom So ever un-assailed Pull your Spirit in from a past perception Undivided Day Undivided Way
Amazing Grace Amazing Grace Amazing Grace Amazing Grace
5. Evergreen
I'm born upon this bird's back With hearts intertwined they're Evergreen But clouds though, they often turn black But honed a light wont lose its meaning Even in full view of a full moon Even in full view of a full moon
We're dancing over these mountain tops Time, irrelevant, seems to have all been stopped But how much further still away? Oh, you know it really don't matter anyway
Even in full view of a full moon, there is no fooling you Even in full view of a waning moon
So many leaves upon this tree are lives you count in waiting Oh in bloom, oh Evergreen its all within your making So many leaves upon this tree are smiles you count in waking Oh in bloom oh Evergreen its all within your making
Even in full view of a full moon, there is no fooling you Even in full view of a waning moon
6. Wonder Years
Yeah yeah yeah… Well, I wish there's something I could say Well I know these times can be real hard, God, I know they are Fore all these doors they seem to close Oh I know But mornings haze replaced by new days
Oh you are never really alone, even on your own Hold on you have never been alone, even on your own
I wish there's something I could do, Helpless my hands are tied, slippery reasons why This don't make no sense, Cause I just hopped off that fence I wish I never made a bargain with you, You could have told me before you threw
Oh you are never really alone, even on your own Hold on you have never been alone, even on your own Hold on you have never been alone, yeah even on your own
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on!!!
Oh you are never really alone yeah, even on your own Yeah yeah yeah…
7. Roadside Assistance
She thinks herself so better than anyone else But you know I've seen her cry Walkin' tall is alright unless you slip and you fall But I betchoo knew that right? There's no soles on your shoes whatever happened to you? You're runnin' out of time You gotta get there fast without usin' no gas Stuck on the roadside
Doesn't she know that her engine's over heatin' And her tires are begin to be seepin', air that is Problem solver of every situation, except her own Control of it all, why are ya seekin'? I hope you never find it I know you'll never find it
She thinks herself so better than anyone else, Even though you lost your smile Talking tall is alright if you're talking to walls, But you know we aint that high There's always something to say even if doesn't relate, She always thinks she's right And all the things that you do, seem to speak less of you You know I'd lose that pride
Doesn't she know that her engine's over heatin' And her tires are begin to be seepin', air that is Problem solver of every situation, except her own Control of it all why re ya seekin'? I hope ya never find it I know you'll never find it
If I listen to you would you listen to me? Try not to get so confused by all the monetary stuff Because you cant take it with you, It's only gonna bind you, Blind you, Mind you to drive another way back from the lap Is where you lost your map
Don't you know that your engine's over heatin' And your tires are beginin' to be seepin', air that is Problem solver of every situation, except your own Control of it all why are ya seekin' I know you'll never find it I know you'll never find it I know you'll never find shit I know you'll never find it
8. Crazy
Where did you come from you left long ago? Fore how I gave up I meant to be alone Fore now you're here again and heavy are these rains You're not the one I knew you're floodin' me away Was it you I heard?… I'm goin' crazy
And how I remember us kissing in the rain Your gentle touch relays the soft and autumn showers Fore how I've dried up wishing for those days Oh I'm goin' crazy, I'm still callin' out your name Was it you? Was it her? Was it you, I thought I heard? Fore I'm goin' crazy I'm goin' crazy, love love
Cumulous clouds have brought me down Well, I cant see another way out the rain Oh these angels would you hear me out? Oh hey was was it you say? Was it you? Was it her? Was it you I thought I heard? I'm goin' crazy Im goin crazy, love love
Where did you come from you left me long ago? Fore how I gave up I meant to be alone.
9. Glory-Us
And so we're gathered here today, with hearts full of wander These eyes re filled with fire that are marching on your shore Oh the sound of lyres tides that draw so near Remind us of our union We're crossing over the ocean Drawing closer in Heaven
Oh and you, sweet morning dew A rose unfolds a pure embrace And there's so few, who know this narrow way Oh in the heart of Loves sweet grace How would I ever know this Love without you How would I ever know this Love without you
Glory-Us Glory-Us Glory-Us Glory Is Us, Is Us
How would I ever know this Love without you How would I ever know this Love without you How would I ever know this Love without you How would I ever know this Love without you
10. A Tale Of Two Lovers
The day awakes, the runnin' moon, a splinter coal, a fiery hewn A test of faith, a solid rock, tis not the day that will find you lost A fool of art tis make it so, I'd rather sing than swim in gold A plum in bloom, a lovers breast and with our lips said, aye
La lye lye lye la lye lye lye la la la lye la lye la lye lye lye la lye lye lye la la la lye la lye
A curious lot we must have seemed A float and dancing thru the streets We spoke no words and none were spoke Mystery lies until evoked And on this day and in this noon, The sun rose high and devoured the moon And then we sang and those who knew and with their lips said, aye
La lye lye lye la lye lye lye la la la lye la lye la lye lye lye la lye lye lye la la la lye la lye
A fortune made in love untold a story save to spry the old To lovers move in ghostly sheathes forever sung in memory In blowing gales a ruffled skirt Love has no bounds deep in the earth Unfettered breeze upon this cheek and with our lips say, aye
La lye lye lye la lye lye lye la la la lye la lye la lye lye lye la lye lye lye la la la lye la lye La lye lye lye la lye lye lye la la la lye la lye la lye lye lye la lye lye lye la la la lye la lye
11. Tabernacle
Finally left behind And though you're soul is lighted Of all your burdening stones And so they drift away Don't you go a stray You know they're all you've known
Beside you there, thrown up, up in the air
And so you start a new Unsure, but surely Guided You know you're up to You And there's no words to say Cause you know you've said them all anyway You've turn them all to notes Beside you there, thrown up, up in the air
Empowered Empowered Empowered
And so you take back, You before you broke your back Under weight of all these stones And there's no words to say Oh, you gave them all away Unto these burning stones
Beside you there, thrown up, up in the air Empowered Empowered Empowered
12. JUST In CasE
Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan Carlyle route for their pipeline Fore all said "NO, not through our lands!" 2 out of 3 down Third caught in a crossfire
Just in case you didn't know
An unelected President A family wealth by Nazi gold 911 breakfast with terrorists Commercial planes without windows
Just in case you didn't know Just in case you didn't know
Fire has never brought any steel building down 9 out of 19 are still alive A false flag a war in your name Hundreds of thousands of people have died!
Just in case you didn't know Just in case you didn't know Just in case you didn't know Just in case you didn't know
Think for yourself Seek out all you want Find out what you will Thy will be done Think for yourself Seek out all you want Do what you will Thy will be done
Know you're walking on stolen lands The genocide of native man Bury my heart at wounded knee We're written out of history The "winners" writing history We're still repeating history We're still repeating his-story…
13. A Blade Of Grass
History lays behind me A road of broken cobblestones Simply for the picking Every stone a story told
This blade of grass will crack this road
Sparkling, made of diamonds Years and tears took to build Hard pressed by the ancients To follow in their footsteps
This blade of grass will crack this road This blade of grass will crack this road It grows higher, it grows higher, it grows higher and higher Til' that blade of grass will crack this road This blade of grass will crack this road
14. Trinity (Instrumental)
15. Terra
I come here to recollect, What was stolen, by my own neglect Fore time has made us strangers, Do you know me, or have I been gone too long? Oh they followed me, I tried to hide You see them in this face? Oh forgive me, Terra I, don't know what to say
Fill me with your Love, I know that you are always dear
I've come here to reconnect Is it too late? I know it can't be yet The stars are growing dimmer and the highways, the coming of the ants. Oh embracing all your Love, the city falls away Oh can you hear me Terra I, what was it you say?
Fill me with your Love I know that you are always here Though I rarely was Tell me you wont disappear
16. Willow
And though your hair is hangin' low Like the branches of a willow tree, That's combed by the wind And all of us are feeling hollow And we're lost under your shadows dreaming Oh in your love we would follow Teach this as only you Heed this rising up to you And help out though it was for you Teach us rising up to you
Let down your hair To climb unto your bows Both of us weathered With fire to seek you out And come down way down in fortunes that come full circle
Teach this as only you Heed this rising up to you And help out though it was for you Teach us rising up to you
Let down your hair To climb unto your bows Both of us weathered With fire to seek you out And come down way down in fortunes that come full circle
La llorona, weeping will-low and behold With arms stretched to hold
Teach this as only you Heed this rising up to you And help out though it was for you Teach this rising up to you And help out though it was for you And teach this though it was for you
17. Out In The Wind
Oh, just one more kiss, Upon your sweet, sweet lips Fore oh this Soul I want to hold you so close
Been so afraid to let you go So much so I've lost control Floating out in the wind
Oh just one more day Before we go our ways I know this Soul it gave its wealth Thinking gold in hell Upon the hour of reckoning
And so I have to let you go My friend of so many days Somewhere out in the wind Been so afraid to let you go So much so I've lost my Soul Somewhere out in the wind
And so I have to let you go Been so afraid to change And with you this love will go I pray that you could only know Soaring out in the wind
TO PURCHASE THE NEW ALBUM GO TO:
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Monday, July 23, 2007
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Moving, growing, standing still to see the residual. Inertia and her soft delicate finger tips lightly wisp by with the air of never stopping, in fact she never has and will. with this Ray, she quickly throws her name away free to be the Wind. I have longed to know this Truth, yet have picked up her name on the cold pavement right where the hill begins to climb in front of me. it is a strange thing when the road heading down the hill leads you into Heaven and further from hell. What has happened to me? My bag has become full of so many stones, yet i carry them with a ferocity. The "real world" calls like an infant in need of care yet it remeins perfectly well to hold its own. and in fact the more i pick it up the more i need to be carried by it. fuck this bag of stones! i throw them into the river because i have seen the raven soar, talans empty but for air. as the bag lands with a crash and the golden stones scatter themselves like broken dreams and disappointments i see the gold fade into concrete washed away as dust in the stream. these were man made and they were not even real!? i have been carrying dust which would make me its spouse. the world has had its laugh. it feels secure in securing with love, but love does not secure, it only is. it is the only thing that is truly free. fear though, would try but its chains are made of silk. How easy it is to be caught up in all of this. how easy. the path so energetic and wide at first grows narrower and narrower with each passing boulder, but yet we run into them and blame the stone for bruising our knee...for bruising our Heart. Yes, it might take more energy to climb then to move straight with faith. for faith would ask of us to weave and bob. it knows the path is made by the vigilent and flexible. we have settled in our cities and have become afraid of the Wilderness. We have hoveled in our homes with the lie of having everything. we have surrounded our selves with liars so as to not see our own. we have given up because we are followers to the worlds dispair. truly the wind that touches all things knows. Truly the sun who sees all things knows. surely, the space in between truly knows!! TELL ME!!! I am ready to know!!! I have been surrounding myself with matter. How this matters and that matters. Nothing matters. I understand that now. Nothing, matters. It will all be pulled apart by the Air, by the Invisible Factor fore it can not in all its "need" cling forever fore soon its hands will give into sand and into the Sea and it it will be happily Home. Spark, behold thyself in mine eye that i may feel your warmth within my thoughts. As we have placed the stars in the Heavens and forgotten our Destiny, lift me in to Heaven with the same Velocity. Nothing matters yet all things factor. Your wings do not fly themsleves and feet do not walk with out will. Together, we shall change the world. This was your decision and intention laid out long ago. a Treasure awaiting under stones and dust. A map inscribed with fire on the inner eylid. remember, darkness only hinders an impatient seeker. When in truth there is no darkness and the map lay visible awaiting you like a Ferryman or Lover
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Monday, July 23, 2007
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Love and the lack thereof are the only two things that exist in the universe. We either are or not. yet we live within the dichotomy of both simultaneously. having our feet in both worlds creates no stabilty, for one foot is on solid ground and the other is in sinking sand. Our intentions and direction decide which one is our master, yet our intentions are based on Love or the ego and the ego would have you fall in the sand and drown with a mouth full of dirt killing itself in the process. if it only knew that its life was its own death. tongues are the same, flapping, wailing, justifying their love as true when all they are is a muscle flexing its supposed strength. forked tongues and split hearts are that of a serpent who tricks itself out of true nourishment. it would perish to eat two different fruits at the same time yet, i have seen snakes die from eating another and swallowing their own tail. soon they would puncture their own heart with their own venom and feel finally the poison they unleash on others. what a fitting end for a snake. poison and passion right now seem to be the same to me. both come from the heart, both set you free and both attack. We seem to justify our lack with with so many different colorful rainbows, yet a rainbow is still an illusion in all its design. a passionate heart full of hopes and dreams gathering other hearts to beat along with grows stronger, similarly women and menstrual cycles align mysteriously both to flow in the same time. we are meant to walk together, move together, beat together, flow together, yet we feel the pride of individualism needing to solo, and one throws off all the hearts, all the cycles. the lonely fight so fiercly for the idea of being on their own when in truth, we never are so we swim up stream to fight the current.
turn around and let go.
what ever you do, do it with all your heart. give away the things that are drudgery and do not lift you up making you swell with passion. it is selfish to juggle so many hearts dependent of you for circulation. and who wants to be dependent, but yet when we walk together, flow together, hearts merge into one and its hard to seperate perfection. but when one organ of the body fails, the whole body follows. i would rather cut it out then live in agony. i would much rather lovingly heal this lonely organ who feels so lacking in attention, though surrounded by freinds, that it would seek another body than to cut it out, but sometimes it is your only means to happiness and thiers. and happiness is our birthright and the only reason for living.
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Monday, July 23, 2007
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How romantic the 60's seem to have been. How all the hippie children now wish they could have been part of a such a powerful past movement. well, wake up!!! you are in a movement awaiting you, yet you live in the past, in front of your light boxes watching endless televised bullshit of other people's lives, writing blogs, myspacing, veggiing, smoking, whatever. These are your days. These are our days, we have awakened to a dream. where we are more concerned with who wins the next american idol than who was killed today in a senseless war that has nothing to do with peace, but aqcuisition. your governments war is a war of revenge and acquisition of material nothingness. i am well aware i am a product of all this, as well partly slave to it, even a hypocrite for voicing it on an isolating tool such as the "world wide internet" in which we have never been closer yet more alone. the 60's are over the children of the boom have left it up to you. to the best and worst of their efforts this is what you have to deal with. yes, many gave in, yes many persist. where are you now, what have you learned from them? are we so desynsetized that we cant immobilize? what are you so afraid of? not being cool? are you worried about how people will see you. fuck em. love and allow em to hate you. hate me if it makes you feel better. love me and it will truly make you feel better. are you awaiting a hero, a messenger, a leader worth following. well, know that you are worth following, but first you have to follow your Self without self importance. you are nothing, yet you are God. God is nothing yet, Everything. We are doing this to ourselves. There is no one to blame but us. Change your inner you, and the outer you will follow. Support your brothers and sisters, stand behind them in truth. try organic food, think for yourself, revolt, just feel the freedom of it, have sex knowing it is sacred, feel the difference. are you fucking your way through life or are you making love? or are you just getting fucked? you get what you give. try giving what your missing. plant a tree, become soveriegn. know you what being sovereign is? well, find out, that is being sovereign. Know Thyself and Know God. Love and Allow. Put down your dark arrows. This blog is a cherry bomb in the toilet of your "high" school. You're not too cool for school!!!
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Tuesday, July 17, 2007
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Current mood:  full
Category: Life
After many years as AAA, on my own or accompanied by my very talented freinds, I have decided to move on from the name A-hummin' Acoustical Acupuncture (AAA). It is still a wondrous description of what is this Music and it will remain so, but I have chosen from this moment on to go solely by Katsuk.
It will remain the same music you know and love, nothing will have changed though a name. Like clothes, we grow out of or also grow into, so do we a name. And so it is just time to leave this one behind and take on my own as it is who I am, as is this Music.
I am so blessed to have had so much support from you, my freinds and family...as well, just knowing that this music has touched you in your special place (hehe) has given me such a sweet joy, I can't even begin to describe. These upcoming shows will be solely myself, occasionally accompanied my very talented friends. I will be going into the recording studio this August and will have a new album for you very soon. So much love and hope to see ya out. Thank you indoobadibly!!! See ya around!!!
Whirled Pease,
Katsuk
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Tuesday, April 03, 2007
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Category: Music
Wow, what a wondrously crazy weekend. We are still recovering from all of you. We were so happy to come down there as a full band and play for you. We missed yall Funkytownians mucho mucho. Well, we hope you inJoyed us as much as we inJoyed you. We will see you around very soon. Thank you as well to Jordan Franz, Sleeplab, Darrin Kobetich and Villian Vanguard for opening up the nights. And Orion, Jonathon, Tripp, Steve Huber and Dre for throwing down! SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL MUSIC!!!
Be Well,
Brandon, Charley, Chris, Daniel and Precious AAA
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