Hey what's up Fans,
A week or so ago, Mlevels and I were hanging out, not doing too much. We were talking about sports, and beers, and women. I said, “It’s been so long, since we’ve been palmed, M.” “Yeah” M agreed. “Maybe it’s time to have some fun”, I said. “Yeah”, M agreed again. We both decided that we were bored and it was time to mix it up. It was time to ditch all responsibilty, and head out on the open road. “Gather up your gear, it’s time”, said M. So, we grabbed Ben's RV, and loaded up our equipment (one guitar, and a few Teethers). He was the Experimenter, and I was the Instigator.
12 hours and 800 miles later, we stopped in Valdosta, Georgia. We weren’t looking for trouble, but boy did trouble find us…..
On our first night there, we got a call from the Suits demanding to hear something new. Apparently they weren't satisfied either Creeper (Vocal Edit), or Phat Girl Shout. They said that we've been on their dime long enough, and it was time to make sense of the money they were paying us. Well, where Mlevels and I come from, we don't do so well with demands. We told the Suits to go piss off, and that we sneeze art, not business proposals. The Suits didn't take too kindly to that, and told us that we had 24 hours to produce a brand new hit, or they were going to pull the plug, and put a hold on our credit cards (little did they know, that Ben had already maxed out the cards by purchasing the RV).
Now, normal folk would be terrified by this demand. Not MLevels and I. We looked at each other, and nodded. We didn't need to speak. We each knew what the other was thinking.....
Achoo, Suits,..........A-fuckin-choo.
So, we set out to get some inspiration. And, what better place to find inspiration than the local watering hole. We stopped at the first one we saw – The Wooden Nickle Pub. From the outside it looked normal enough, but sometimes you can’t judge a book by its cover….
We walked in, and took a seat at the bar. “Everyone’s so pretty” M observed. “Yeah, everyone’s so sure” I said. M ordered a “whiskey neat”, and I ordered one shot of blinding light. We got our drinks, and toasted to the only thing we both know: “Here’s to being deece” I said. We raised our drinks. And, right about the time our glasses touched, we heard the jukebox kick in: “When the skies are overcast. We will do our best.”
“What the hell?” I said, stunned. We looked over at the jukebox, and saw the most beautiful site either of us had ever seen. Two favorite-ages were standing at the jukebox, both wearing Arsenal of Fools tube tops. Our jaws dropped. You see, despite what the record executives told us, we knew the AoF Tube Top and Panties sets would be a hit. We just didn’t expect to see any fans this far south.
Mlevels looked at me and said, “And, now my friend the time has come.” “Ok”, I said knowingly. I had seen this side of M before.
“Lace them up they’re growing” he said.
TO BE CONTINUED..........
A week or so ago, Mlevels and I were hanging out, not doing too much. We were talking about sports, and beers, and women. I said, “It’s been so long, since we’ve been palmed, M.” “Yeah” M agreed. “Maybe it’s time to have some fun”, I said. “Yeah”, M agreed again. We both decided that we were bored and it was time to mix it up. It was time to ditch all responsibilty, and head out on the open road. “Gather up your gear, it’s time”, said M. So, we grabbed Ben's RV, and loaded up our equipment (one guitar, and a few Teethers). He was the Experimenter, and I was the Instigator.
12 hours and 800 miles later, we stopped in Valdosta, Georgia. We weren’t looking for trouble, but boy did trouble find us…..
On our first night there, we got a call from the Suits demanding to hear something new. Apparently they weren't satisfied either Creeper (Vocal Edit), or Phat Girl Shout. They said that we've been on their dime long enough, and it was time to make sense of the money they were paying us. Well, where Mlevels and I come from, we don't do so well with demands. We told the Suits to go piss off, and that we sneeze art, not business proposals. The Suits didn't take too kindly to that, and told us that we had 24 hours to produce a brand new hit, or they were going to pull the plug, and put a hold on our credit cards (little did they know, that Ben had already maxed out the cards by purchasing the RV).
Now, normal folk would be terrified by this demand. Not MLevels and I. We looked at each other, and nodded. We didn't need to speak. We each knew what the other was thinking.....
Achoo, Suits,..........A-fuckin-choo.
So, we set out to get some inspiration. And, what better place to find inspiration than the local watering hole. We stopped at the first one we saw – The Wooden Nickle Pub. From the outside it looked normal enough, but sometimes you can’t judge a book by its cover….
We walked in, and took a seat at the bar. “Everyone’s so pretty” M observed. “Yeah, everyone’s so sure” I said. M ordered a “whiskey neat”, and I ordered one shot of blinding light. We got our drinks, and toasted to the only thing we both know: “Here’s to being deece” I said. We raised our drinks. And, right about the time our glasses touched, we heard the jukebox kick in: “When the skies are overcast. We will do our best.”
“What the hell?” I said, stunned. We looked over at the jukebox, and saw the most beautiful site either of us had ever seen. Two favorite-ages were standing at the jukebox, both wearing Arsenal of Fools tube tops. Our jaws dropped. You see, despite what the record executives told us, we knew the AoF Tube Top and Panties sets would be a hit. We just didn’t expect to see any fans this far south.
Mlevels looked at me and said, “And, now my friend the time has come.” “Ok”, I said knowingly. I had seen this side of M before.
“Lace them up they’re growing” he said.
TO BE CONTINUED..........
