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Monday, July 28, 2003
 
kill off the tourist and we'll all sleep sound
cash-in their fillings & blow it in town


We couldn't hear each other up in the Commonwealth, that's our story and we're sticking with it. I swore Andy wasn't loud, Andy couldn't hear me, E thought he was playing by himself. Could have been better? Yes. Could have been worse? Yes.
And then the Nationgaddy kids came out and rocked our fucking socks off. E wore two pair and lost them both.
There was another band, and a fun lesson in what happens when fireworks explode about 10-15 feet above your head, but I'll leave that to E to discuss if he wants.
Have to move now.
Thanks again to Nationgaddy for inviting us, Brandon for having us, Darryl for allowing the show, Katie for gracing us with her first two shows, Brian for showing us that even after a case of beer one can still play guitar, and Chuck for having clear drums, a musical advancement that I can't understand, like Wonder Woman's invisible jet, or the Invisible Woman.
Now I really need to move.