sweat. snot. Nobody get's close enough to know for sure, all on account of my terrible burps from eating at my stupid job waiting tables.
They really smell.
I am going to harass Kermit, the singer/guitarist for Superhopper, every chance I get tonight.
He books at Big V's, and I had a show set up in March with two bands from Duluth, which would be their first Twin Cities show, plus my band and another TC band. Well, due to lack of communication with the other/ former booker, that may not happen, the day was reserved for a larger band possibly touring through. Poop on him.
He's gonna have some beer can shaped bruises by the end of the night.
Dude, I saw this one in person in the coffe shop this morning.
It made all the other stuff on the board look like, well, shit.
I'm surprised someone hasn't nabbed it yet.
Don't worry, that's my bread and butter.
I hadn't touched paint in months until I did the SOZ poster. My hands are daily stained with ink. I've got ideas for more combinations of the two, and some weird multi-media stuff when my band starts playing around.
I'm also eager to start screen printing.
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