Welcome to day one of Bush II.
We had one hell of a show last night at Bobby T’s. Thanks to everyone who came out, supported us, and boycotted the other act playing at Longhorns last night. It was great as always to see a bunch of friendly faces.
Don’t forget about the BEBw/ATPG show in Hays tonight and the Bleu Edmondson Band show at Bobby T’s tomorrow.
It’s insanely early and I have much to do. You’ll hear from me.
I have some breaking news from the Pearl Grey front. We landed a show in Hays, KS, supporting the Bleu Edmonsond Band this Friday, the day after tomorrow (gasp). Short notice is what we live for, and so should you. Come out not for us, but to see one of the hottest new Texas country rock bands in the industry, Payne County Line’s Best Texas Artist of the Year, the Bleu Edmondson Band. www.bleuedmondson.com
For those of you in Manhattan, I’ll be crashing Trevor’s party at Bobby T’s tomorrow night. It’s been a while since we’ve done a proper song swap and I’m not letting him come to my town (yeah, it’s mine) and play that kind of music without letting me in on it.
Two big shows, folks, tomorrow and Friday — we’ve covered both halves of the state for you so you have no reason not to come out and listen.
Source update:
We just got owned by BlackMarket. They hacked us hard, and we’re disputing, though I doubt anything will come of it. That dismal match should drop us to something like 30 out of 92.
On the other front, I’m headed to Buster’s tomorrow for a much needed show at the home field. I hope to see many friendly faces there. Hell, I wouldn’t even mind a few hecklers, so long as they didn’t throw large projectiles. Stick to the quarters, folks.
I went to Lawrence last night to meet with Mason Powell. He seems interested in playing with us again. He and I used to play together in a band called Emotional Feedback when we were in neighboring high schools. It seems absurd that that was six years ago. In any case, we’re adding depth to our roster.
For those of you keeping score at home, s4h won our last Counter Strike match 26 – 4 against MulletKillers.
As busy as things were during the holidays, it’s amazing how everything ground to a hault shortly thereafter. I had a good time in Tonganoxie. It was great to see a bunch of old friends I haven’t seen in a while…Dusty, Trevor, Shana, Barry, Erin, Melissa, Jo, Paul, Chris, Kaleb…and others, to be sure.
It’s cold as hell, today, euphamistically speaking. I have no idea how cold hell is, but it might just be colder than hell.
I wish I had more about which to rant, but I’m pacing myself.
You’ll hear from me.
It’s time for not only a guest blog but a double-guest blog. You know, kind of like
the double-dog dare.
Ladies and gentlemen, reprinted with permission, Mr. Dusty Feighner.
2004-12-19 0218
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Aaron “Mutha [edit]in” Traffas,
Comon now. Your a song writer. You should know workarounds like “Gonna”.
Dammit it pisses me off when I hear a song that says gonna. Why can they say I will,
or I did, I must, I should. Not… gonna…. dammit.
I got no call from Mr. TrevorBurgess.com today. Therefore… no news is good news.
Surely DOS can do it… cause DOS IS BOSS. If not. We can at least put the hard
drive into slave mode and boot it to another machine to recover the data.
Hell… I think we may even be able to install windows to another directory to at
least boot it, recover what we need, and get the hell outa Dodge.
Should be as easy as picking up a Columbian Waitress. Dammit Traffas, you should
have went home with her. Wait a minute, if she is like the illegal mexican I know,
she lives with her whole family tree… nevermind. Your Catholic right????
Speaking of which… I am single these days. You should tell the oldest sister that
you know this great guy from KC. He has hopped trains and chased tornados and someday
he is “gonna” be a singer/songwriter like his buddy Traffas.
Anywhoo… been in the sauce. It was quite yummy. Seen an ex’s sister tonight….
wasn’t too happy about that. Been trying to avoid the whole situation for awhile.
If nothing else. We can at least tell Burgess that the data is not recoverable.
Once he realizes that, we can start being his management staff.
Booking gigs, working in the background. Making booku bucks working from home. I
can get him on the CMA’s.
“Its the 2005 CMA’s, with special guest, Trevor Burgess”
What up Dawg?? We gotta go to Topeka one of these nights and party like rockstars with Deines.
Dusty “Mutha [edit]in” Pants
2004-12-27 2330
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Did I read this right??? Mr. Aaron Traffas,
Trevor Burgess, and Dusty Feighner in
one setting at
Helen’s Hilltop????
Oh my, this is going to be a blast… Dude… I have had dreams about this moment.
Here can be some of the description
When it comes to Dusty Feighner, If it’s a two-step or heart-touching Country ballad
he is sure to penetrate your senses as he performs for you.
Meanwhile Aaron Traffas and Trevor Burgess are laughing at Dusty. Why?? Because Dusty Feighner’s BIO cracks them up. Sometimes Dusty laughs about it too. When has he ever played a two step or a
heart-touching ballad??? :-)
Man… I am really looking forward to this. You guys need a place to stay?? Wait
a minute… I may need one too :-). Well, if nothing else works out. We can always
go to Raytown, Missouri. We can drink 40oz of Old English and freestyle RAP (Rhythm
Aided Poetry) with the rest of the Raytown homies.
Maybe I can find a wife for a night in good ol’ Tongie.
Wade Hayes picked
up his wife there, maybe I can too. Do you guys remember Wade Hayes?? I think he
fell off the edge of the earth. Last I heard he is in some country duo band called
McHayes.
Probably figured out that Brooks and Dunn hasn’t had anybody to compete with for
quite a few years. Oh wait a minute… Maybe Montgomery
Gentry….. Yeah… the new outlaw movement….
What are they outlawing against again???
Record companies??? Nope. Personal Hygene?? Nope.
Shitty music??? Nope….
Oh yeah… they were black shiny clothes… that’s it… that makes them outlaws.
And one of them spins a [edit]in mic stand around, because he is afraid to sing
to the crowd without something in front of him….. Yep… those are the outlaws
you gotta watch out for.
There used to be this all night diner right out of Tongi…. The most toothless
waitresses you ever seen… but decent food though.
Ok… been in the sauce again… but the conversation was good tonight
Pants
I had a relaxing Christmas. Having gone home a few days early, I got into one of the legendary poker games held in Sharon. Playing amongst the hardened hard-asses, I lost $40 the first night. Captain Rob Spectre happened to be home from Providence, RI, so I drew upon his reinforcement the next evening, when I won back my squandered funds.
My Christmas list was short but was everything I wanted: a new pearl snap, a $20 bill, and a can opener. My mom didn’t rest at merely the requested can opener; no, she gave me some cans of chili to go with it. I’ll eat like a king, albeit a chilliphilic potentate, for the next three days.
I was invited to Rob’s family’s place in Sawyer, KS, on Christmas day for one of those jam sessions I swore off long ago. This one, however, proved quite enjoyable and it was very fulfilling to play with Rob again, if even for a short time. He gave me a prerelease copy of his new Fireflies CD and you can be sure I’ll be listening to that for the next indefinate period of time.
