they're trying to shut us DOWN...

our third show was totally awes0me. we played heather's housewarming soiree this evening [or last, really. if you wanna be technical. saturday night, just for the record.] we were sounding really great. everyone was owning their instrument. a real energy was circulating between the [6] six of us. third song in, we decided to take a breather. it was hot & everyone needed some air & a refreshment. [water for some, alcohol for others. aaron : "this jell-o™ shot is 70--no--80% vodka."] next thing we know, a police officer walks in, assesses the "situation" & tells us [in no uncertain terms] to cease & desist. we all just stood there, our jaws to the floor. "are you serious?" "is that a costume?" "you're not kidding, are you?" & "are you sure that's a real uniform?" were just a few questions that i'm sure came to mind. i couldn't believe it. we were actually being shut down by the cops. the man was trying to keep us down. hahaha. how cliche is that? but then again, how f*cking PUNK ROCK. i'd say, it was...wait for it...leg-end-ary.

the set list our audience enjoyed :
01. south dakota farm
02. mustard seed boat
03. dresden

i suppose that when you're playing at almost midnight, the night before sunday morning church services, in a neighbourhood primarily populated by--how do i put this lightly--older folk, that it's no real surprise. but the legend will live on. in my head, i pictured us on a rooftop in los angeles, circa 1987. the sounds of "where the streets have no name" trailing off in the distance...

ronnie.

ps : we should've taped the show. note to self, start taping shows.