Makeup. Lots and lots of make up.
The Poison Control Center are back from hibernation! We will be playing in St. Louis on Saturday March 23rd at Plush to celebrate some rock n roll heroes named BUNNYGRUNT! Who will be celebrating their 20 year anniversary!
The line up this saturday is Don, Devin, Patrick, and yes JOE Terry!
Let the Dad Rock begin!
info for the show is here..
Also if your in Iowa City this Friday, Don’s Band HISTO will be rocking Gabes! Be there!
Oh.mer.gard. Need to go.
MIND IS BLOWN.
The Judy’s, “Vacation in Tehran.”
Just discovered that this is a band that Tullycraft covered a lot; they’re innovative, minimalist, witty and fun. This is one of their weirder songs but it totally informs one of my favourite Tullycraft songs, “Vacation in Christine, ND.”
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Call it cabin fever, call it boredom, call it a side effect of the gajillion sudafed pills I’ve taken over the course of this 5 day cold, but mania is beginning to worm into my psyche. Even my boss is telling me to stop being so uptight and OCD. And that’s serious.
Every so often, we stop to marvel at the oddities of our own selves; revel in the nuances and quirks that make us us. And every so often those inside quirks become destructive and unflattering ticks. Two weeks without any sort of physical activity and consumption of nutritionally devoid food is literally exhausting me.
Watch out for those trains, kids!
IT’S GREAT TO BE ALIVE?
…so long as you don’t dare ride a bicycle!
A hearty thanks-for-nothing to this 1950’s safety manual for scaring the bejesus out of the youth of America.
And we didn’t even include the pages about the dangers of hiding in leaf piles and flying kites. No, we’re not joking.