Vollrath Tavern (Indianapolis, IN) 11/28/2009

This was just an old fashion barn burner. What can I say we rocked the place until we had bruises on our knees and whiskey in our pubes.

AS USUAL the ladies tried to rip my clothes off after the show.

These lasses would not take no for an answer and didn’t stop until my underwear was hanging from the ceiling.

Once the females had their fill, I enjoyed a great set by a cool band out of Columbus called The Receiver (http://www.myspace.com/thereceiver) check them out if get a chance.

We were super pumped to hang out with some lndy fans as we have not been in the area since May.

Kris here is awesome. We drank to the good times and puking like dinosaurs. If you’ve read past posts you know what he’s talking about.

With many drinks comes insatiable hunger, so pizza was shared.

Mike was hungriest, so we let him take down the most.

In all, Indy was fun, can’t wait to come back to Melody Inn in Indy on Jan 8!

Beat Kitchen (Chicago, IL) 11/6/2009

This was a rock and roll wet dream. Our first show with new bassist John Bottrell and we had a fucking blast. From the moment we set foot in the place everyone in the band was amp’d to play like Daryl Strawberry in a cocaine jungle gym.

Mike was so excited he was determined to expose himself to the young ladies. He repeatedly scolded me for not getting close enough to his crotch with the camera.

Indeed, he was quite forceful about everyone in the band seeing it as well and demanded everyone’s full attention.

Tony was more interested in fun parts of the female persuasion, and mike’s fingers were not happy.

After two great sets by AktarAktar (http://www.myspace.com/aktaraktar) and Moxie Motive (http://www.myspace.com/moxiemotive), it was time to rock.  And I think we rocked harder than I believe we have rocked in some time.

To be truthful this was one of the best crowds we’d played for. So thank you again to everyone who came out that night, and if you were one of drunkards banging on a tambourine for the last couple of songs, let me just say you have great inebriated rhythm.

In the end a true test of any show is what happens afterwards at the merch booth. We worked it hard… hey a bands gotta eat.

Then it was off to Underbar with some friends, old and new.  The good times didn't stop until the wee hours of the morning when Tony went into cardiac arrest.

Halloween 2009 And My Narrow Escape From Butt Rapage

Wow so Halloween this year….yeah I’m a little late with this post but there is a good reason… 1. It took me forever to get the pics off my phone and 2. I’ve been busy brushing my moustache.

So the night before Halloween started with a midnight screening of Rocky Horror Picture Show. Yeah I had no idea what to expect, but was told from several “credible” sources that as a Virgin to the show, I could expect to get butt raped or have to deep throat a night stick Big Bossman style.

 Neeldess to say I couldn’t wait.

Waiting in line outside the Music Box Theater, I’d never seen so many sexually repressed Mid-Westerners in my life. The number of guys in negligees and tighty whities was alarming and impressive. I felt like a young Drew Barrymore in the prime of her adolescent sexual deviance.  My bum was feeling worried by such aggressive prospects.

Inside things got even nuttier.  This girl's ass was grass.  Was I next?

I found the nearest tough guy and buddied up.  Odd Job seemed like a safe choice.

After that I was safe, my buddy Joe on the other hand was helpless to the charms of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, to tell you the truth I think he was less privy to the protocol of the situation than I.  Ladies and gentlemen I present to you the sexually charged/lost/confused Richie Tenenbaum.

A week later I discovered Joe never made it out of the theater, the janitors found him in the ushers closet the next day huddling a pile of cocaine that even Darryl Strawberry wouldn't scoff at.  I on the other hand, after escaping a night of butt rapage, was already getting pumped for the actual night of Halloween by the following afternoon.

I was some kind of rock and roll robot…again very underprepared for the holiday’s, so I had to buy a kid's costume at the dollar store.  Add in a little make-up and hair dye and I was ready to go…but not before I finished my chores.

I think the sexual exploration of the night before hadn’t quite worn off yet, as I was apparently still feeling a bit randy at the bar.  Don’t be fooled by the perkiness, these warlocks were definatley real.

Drinks were had, some guy’s i-phone was found, and passing out into a cheeseburger was inevitable. In the morning I was just another average Joe trying to make his way back home.