Joey got PUNCHED IN THE FUCKIN' FACE

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     That is correct, Joey at P.B.&J. took a shot to the face by our friend Liza. That was pretty gnarly. But, thanks to Liza's fists of fury, we now know that intermissions are extremely beneficial; you get to talk with the crowd on a personal level, rest ur arms and vocals, spit game at everybody's girlfriends, and do some cocaine**. But most importantly, you get to drink water.
     The show (with a few intermissions) went from about 10:30 to 1am or so. A Mexican dude came off the street and started singing on the mic while Chris and I improvised. That was cool. A fellow lyricist/musician by the name of "SuNWhoa! the black Samurai from the Circuit" also hopped on the mic and blessed our ears with a sick freestyle while Chris and I did our best impressions of black people music, (A.K.A. hip-hop. See Wu-Tang Clan). You can also check out his hip-hop trio The Circuit here. All in all, it was a pretty fun night and we got a lot of playing in, which is exactly what we needed. We got some good material from the show, pretty much pulled out all the stops and did the craziest shit we could think of. If you would like to hear the craziest/coolest part of the show, in my opinion, click here for the last track "Lady Day and John Coltrane" and listen to the breakdown/bridge thingy. That shit is nuts.
     Special thanks to all the people who stayed home and masturbated to pictures of Oprah when she was jailbait.

   
                   ....that would be everyone.

** Just kidding about the cocaine.
-love, bronson

I've had Diarrhea since 2007

      On Saturday the 21st of August, we played at a gig that was labeled, "Bud Pharm". It was in the High Desert, (get it.... High  Desert) and I thought it was a 5-acre Marijuana Farm with licensed growers, vendors, and patients, all stoned and ready to listen to some egotistical psychadelic music and reminisce about the good ol' days when they used to lick acid off of Jimi Hendrix's shaft. But, it was only a get-together at a fuckin Ranch in the middle of nowhere that druggies could go to if they wanted to get super baked and reminisce about the good ol' days when they used to lick acid off of Jimi Hendrix's roadie's shaft. It was kind of a bummer, but the stage was pretty big and one of the little stoners said that he drove around the desert picking up old telephone poles to help build the stage. As gone as these people were, that was the best stage we've ever played on. By far.
     Turns out I wasn't the only person to misinterpret an email; these guys thought we were a Bob Marley cover band. That's the only reason they booked our asses! The whole time they were telling us a really good Bob Marley cover band was going to play. We played one cover to stimulate their Bob Marley blue-balls, but we threw some musicianship into the mix and everybody went back to doing heroin. We'll probably never play that gig again unless they book some real bands or start paying.
     Our friend Gamaliel helped out as a roadie that day and kept us company while all the rednecks stared at his black ass like he just stole their bike. There was one other black guy there, and boy was he dark. He was a  pretty cool dude, and liked our music. He had a two-man band also, and they did the damn thing. The girls there were disgusting as all hell and reminded me of all the times I threw up.
    
      Vibra Optic '73, bitches.

   love, bronson

     these were the guys.