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Squeaky with Five Eight in February

As this show was rescheduled from May, I'll just recycle the post. Getting green, ya'll.

Friday, February 15, at The High Dive, we'll be playing with Five Eight. You've never heard of Five Eight? What are you, deaf? Blind? Live under a rock? They've been featured on NPR. They've been a band for 15 years. And they quite literally embody the essence of what it is like to be a rock band. We've played with Five Eight a few times, usually at the old Covered Dish. They are cool cats, Mike plays every show like it's his last, and it never is. I've never seen a band that could hold a crowd by playing un-amplified like them. Mike used to walk into the middle of the Dish and, with no microphone, just sing "Weirdo" at the top of his lungs. And you could hear a pin drop. So come see them, ok? More info to come.

Squeaky @ the Atlantic January 25

Friday's Show

Well, we don't have any proof for you, gentle reader, but we played great on Friday.

Some nights of music just work better than others, and for some unknowable reason, Friday at 1982 was killer. To wit:

Crashpad (playing with a fill-in drummer who had only practiced with them once!) threw down, as usual. Brian brought the rock moves—he played guitar behind his head, and ripped a couple of solos from the floor.

Chicken Lüv was awesome. There were several moments where the hair on the back of my neck stood up, in a good way. The three-part harmonies were kicking at various points. This was apparently Rosalind's (bass) last show with the band, which is a sad thing. And Kristen hit it hard, as usual.

Eight Track Automatic were a man down (bass player was a no-show), but you wouldn't have known it from the decibel level. Dave was rocking 2 cabinets, both of which could have caused permanent hearing damage by themselves. The combination was bowel-loosening, to say the least.

We had never seen The Great Takeback, but we enjoyed it. The gear was pristine, the guitar textures were dense. Unfortunately, we had to listen to a lot of it from the sidewalk as we prepped our gear.

How were we? Well, pretty much like always, just more so. Dual Mono has a new, spooky guitar part, courtesy of Mower. Free was fun. Karl, despite being sick, screamed his ass off, and a good time was had by all.

Oh, and there was a dude who rode a skateboard on the floor during the show. Pretty cool!

Some New Songs

We're working on another new song. With just H and the 2 Steves, we hatched a pretty good plot. Last night (missing one Steve), we added a rhythm section, and it sounds pretty damn good. The guitars are low-slung, and the chorus reminds one of Soundgarden.

The title, at nearly midnight, became "Drunkfoot," on account of the sloppy-ish kickwork of one Daniel Welsh, but it might as well have been called "Slopfinger"—we all chubbed it up at one time or another.

So, there's Drunkfoot, Fearless, Waltzy, and "Old-School Squeaky Song," in the new song department. How you like them apples?

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Our Noise

Our Noise

Hmmm...

Perhaps I should have considered what would happen to many of the old posts on Facebook when I deleted the Tumblr account. Oh well, we don't like to live in the past, do we?

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