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The sky opens up like a giant biscuit
Flaky and warm
Waiting to be crippled in the hand of God and smeared in impossible amounts of butter and gravy
I’ve just spent the better part of 4 days with a 3 year old and the biggest lesson I’ve learned is to allow life to stick to the roof of your mouth
The second biggest thing I’ve learned is to sweat the small stuff and then to not sweat the small stuff
The third thing I learned is that from tears grow the flowers of happiness
A single teardrop is worth a million bombs when it comes to a swift ending to conflict
The sound of a child’s ass hitting the floor after falling from a chair resonates like a cannon fired across the bow of a ship.
We must all learn to let go of our tears.
We must all appreciate the awareness required to complain in paradise.
We must learn every thing that goes into a Real Good Friday.
We have to learn the game within the game.
The subtext of our script.
The script behind the scripture.
Let’s all raise a leg to another Good Friday.
SMS confess our sins
LOL TGIGF TGIGF thank god it’s Good Friday thank god it’s Good Friday.
The sin is about to begin
“In the age of instantaneous downloads and unlimited music streams it’s pointless to spend time describing the sound of any band …Suffice it to say that the muscular guitar of Matt Roth melds perfectly with the spacious drumming of partner Nan Turner as the two build interesting, quirky, and yet honest, indie rock.” – Sid Sowder (Click here to check out the full review and more pics).
Mama’s got a squeeze box
And Papa’s got a brand new bag
And You were right when you said I might have to, some day,
Fight For my right to party
The party cops are a real thing
The anti party “Party” is in full effect
They will make us all pay for their lack of skills on the dance floor
But “No” my friends
We are not judges
We are teachers
Our class room is the dance floor
Our chalk boards are our wiggly asses
It’s not about skill
It’s not about obeying rules
There are no rules in ass class
There is no test
There is no grade
There is only research
There is only motion and emotion
There is no wrong way for an ass to move
It’s not about how much you charge for admission to the live show
It about everybody putting a little somethin’ in the tip jar
And when I say tip jar
I mean dance floor
And when I say dance floor
I mean: Mountains & Forests & Lakes & Rivers
All that creeps and crawls
And climbs aboard this crazy boat ride
It’s about the birds and their beaks
And the special way they feed their babies
I want you to feed me on the dance floor like a baby bird.
Like a hungry baby bird on fire
Fresh off of our Spring Touring and Middle of the Map fun, we are ready to shred this weekend to rock n roll shredlings! You haven’t seen this much shredding since that turkey jerkey you once had on that roadtrip. Or how about the string cheese you stole from that kid on the playground?
Come on out and dance with us, you rebel!
Nan + Matt
Nan + Matt
FRIDAY APRIL 11th
@ Replay Lounge
946 Massachusetts Street
Night starts at 10pm.
w/ Arc Flash, Youngest Children, and Oils
(we play 2nd)
SATURDAY APRIL 12th
The Quivers Cd Release Party!
@ The Brick
(w/ The Bad Ideas, The Quivers)
Night Starts at 9pm!