People,

So on Saturday Fooled By April managed find NEMO - the music festival that is. (Ed. note - If any member of the band or the local media uses this joke one more time I will personally hunt him down and strangle or in other ways mutilate him).

Anywho, we were scheduled to play at the Linwood at 12:30 in the AM. What made this really super extra convenient was that we were supplying the bass amp and drums for the night and we had to arrive at 6:45. 12:30 - 6:45 = 5:45 of sitting on our asses time.

Now, if you're in a band and find yourself with six hours to do nothing with, what do you do? Well, if you're a cool band you prolly go crash at someone's pad and do lots of hard drugs. We opted instead for the combination of gastrically distressing Mexican food and a walk to Fenway Park to hear Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuce. Both, well, kinda sucked.

There was so much security at Fenway you would have thought somebody good was playing there. Ha ha. Seriously, although I'm no big fan of the Boss it was still pretty cool. There were literally thousands of people out on Landsdowne street dancing and singing along to every word from that god-awful Rising album. I waited for Glory Days for a half hour and then packed it in.

Finally, it was show time and I was, well, honestly, a little drunk. But that was OK because I think the four members of the audience were as well. Special thanks to our friends in Scamper and Focusin for their support. Anyway, we played pretty well but got cut off after our seventh song (of 12). That bit ass, and as a show of how rock I am I knocked over all my equipment at the end of the show in protest. Since then ten or so people have told me that that's just not my style and that I looked dumb doing it.

Life is, of course, terrible.