here it is people,
the first exposure to the newest up and coming band to hit anywhere.  The Genre...that's right The Genre played it's first concert, if you will.  Let me walk you through it...first hand!!

    Okay....so all I ate today was a salad with 7 count it s-e-v-e-n toppings and or condiments from a resturante called PLUTOS...very good salad but not quite filling.  When I drank my Long Island Iced Tea it was all down from there.  I got drunk....and am still drunk.  Appologies for how unorganized this "blog" is.
    Ok.......picture a dark room....spacious enough to comfortably fit 80 to 100 people.  A dark shadow graces the stage, singing of his afflection for lullabies and butterfiles.  The crowd goes silent.  No movement. Then, just then, did Mr. Justin Barr approach the M.C.  firmly telling him that The Genre would be playing next.  An improv jam session?   I could think of nothing more terrifying than playing music infront of a sold out crowd.
    Then it happened.  Hippy boy finished his song and again silence rushed through like a plague.  Bewildered the performer asked, ":who's next?".
    Akwardly a hand is risen and the world would never be the same.  Justin Barr's hand rose in the air, so strong and so vivid, as to say "You folks are about to shit yourselves".
    The revolution has begun.  Justin began playing a slow blues in E.  I soon joined in...with my drunken rage, attacking those strings as if they were a two dollar prostitute who hasn't turned a trick in six months.  The tempo progressed and before we knew it, The Genre was alive jamming out to the rythmic progression which had now doubled in tempo..
    Once my blazzing solo had stunned the crowd we slowed everything down, just enough to pick up the under garments which were hurled upon the stage.  One last standard  turn-around and it would be all over.  The fear, anxiety, drunkeness I had been feeling would soon no longer be displayed in public. 
    We got through it.  No harm no fowl.  The audience roared with admiration and jealousy.  We did it.  It was done, or so I thought.
    As Mr. Barr and myself attempted to march off stage, victorious in our efforts to start a rock revolution and pretty much out play anyone in San Francisco, we felt a sense of relief and pride.  Then it happened.  The all too familiar sound of an encore.
    The Genre apporached the stage with confidence.  The crowd in a frenzy, trying to figure out what this super duo would do next.  The frenzy soon stopped as the angelic vocals of Jive Botic wooed the crowd over. Then the stunningly smooth and silky lead work of Mr. C.T. Campbell, me, won over even the toughest of critics.  The song?  The Genre's latest single, "Left Behind".
    Once finished, Justin and myself just looked at each other knowing that this was the point of no return.  We know now that music, let alone the world, will never be the same.  With this we are pleased.  Not so much, however, as to call it quits.  We know what is to be done and what is expected of us.The expectations are mostly coming from within the band, yet I assure you this.  You will see our name in lights and we will rock the world,  I hold this dear and with every ounce of strength in my being I assure you, again, you will be amazed.
    For all those who missed this momentous occasion rest assured you were not excluded.  This was totally brought upon us by surprise and had we known that this was to take place, all those wanting to be apart of it would have been included.
    In conFusion, you can check us out at www.myspace.com/thegenrerevolution.  and tuesday nights at The Rock-It room, 6th and Clement
I am too drunk to go on, so I bid thee faithful reader a kind farewell
peace

Casey