March 4, 2006

• When the Sun Drips Blood,
  I Turn to Him
  
  Our first show went well, despite the crazy Cajun man repeatedly ordering us to "Turn it down, or I'll unplug ya!".  The mixing was off because he wouldn't let us change anything, and his keyboard made the second song sound crappy, but I'm elated all the same.  The band is happy that all of you who came were there supporting us, and despite the fact that the stage was really small, we'll make it up to you at The Attic on Monday.  You'll see Fairwell as it's meant to be seen, alive and kicking!  So get your rocking boots on, because we're gonna rock your face off come Monday, and we can play as loud as we want, with as much kicking and screaming and moshing and banging of the double bass pedal and shooting of the hump as we want.  So be tharr, or be squarr.
  
  Also, remember that my Poetry Slam is tonight at the Poet's Loft downtown at 8pm.  $2 admission, and $5 to compete.  There's a $200 prize, so either compete, or vote for me, unless I'm not the best poet there, then vote for the other guy.  It would mean alot to me if you guys came.  If you do, I'll make your travels worthwhile afterwards.  Promise!

  
  

  J.L.Y.
  Cable

  • 4:05 pm
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