the oaots show at otto's shrunken head was totally fuckin tits. the titsest, one mikey twice might say. the bar is fantastic, the music room is cozy and loud and aside from some typical matt technical difficulties, we sounded fantastic and nearly rocked the tiki straight out of the place. it may just become the only place the oaots ever aree to play ever again. ever. no cover, no doorman, no bullshit, fancy drink, or bourbon and pabst for 5 bucks, video games and the coolest bar tenders in the city. after us, Camera Head Shark indie popped their way into my and everyone else's head. maybe even into our hearts. aaawwww. after that the igods gave everyone a boner and hard titties. closing up was supposed to be the great american band of gold, but unfortunately, brooke had a throat ache and couldn't sing. refortunately, however, the imperialists were taken off the bench and sent in to pinch rock. we were all pretty drunk by then, and it was late so we only got to play 4 songs, but it was 4 songs of loud rock and roll dictatorship. fantasatic!

i've been feeling pretty unshitty lately. go figure. i bought a bottle of jameson and 12 pabst. once i have consumed every last drop of that i will write a song about it.