i dont even write in it and it gets more hits than the oaots blog

cmon & dance with me

i dont even write in it and it gets more hits than the oaots blog

cmon & dance with me

The Imperialization of Mo Pitkins this weekend was a fantastic display of blood, sweat, glass, and booze fueled madness. Glen Binham opened up with a couple of sweet tunes, while i fought with the biatch at the door to give us our tickets for a free stale Miller Lite.

The Mighty Glen Bingham
The bar is closed now so all they had was that piss and darker piss in a can called dad's fizzy toilet moonshine. Yum. We finally did get our drink tickets and then enjoyed the hilarity of Jefferson St. Everyone enjoyed the folk music played through a beautiful red tele and the funny of my crazy ass roommates and their characters, including a talking pizza box, and a puppet who drinks shower water.

Then we set up. Chris Ike was a special guest, rocking on the Rhodes Piano which I put my beers on top of and which later both danced off the piano. I almost caught the second one which would have officially made me the coolest person ever, but alas, miller lite ended up all over the keys along with glass and a little bit of blood. Another awesome guest who came up for our last song was ultra saxist Stephan of the New York Howl. All in all it was one of the best sets we have ever played, we made the kids dance, I ripped off all my bass strings and threw it into the drums, Mike East fell off an amp and has a huge gash on his back, and i ate the glass on the floor since it had beer on it.

Mike East's Battle Scar

We were supposed to play the Ike loft this saturday for a rockin Halloween party but we don't exactly feel like getting evicted by the gestapo that is now running our illegal ware(shit)house of a building, so we are motionless until Nov 10th at clash bar in Clifton NJ. And I have nowhere to wear the Barney Costume I bought.

Wah.

this fuckin guy

"And when somebody builds a new building, somebody has got to come and build the building."

"My job (pause for the wisdom) is a decision-making job. And as a result, I make a lot of decisions,"

i'm less hung over at work this morning than i was yesterday

i still feel like shit

i'm eating the sour patch kids that someone left in the office last night for breakfast

last night's party was fantastic fun, we are rock and roll monsters

i had mexican food with matt at 3:30 a.m.

i need a smoke and a nap

i've only been here for 26 minutes

my insides are made of beer

my throat is a bit raw

at least i have my tunes