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Yo, so over the next month or so we’ll be playing with four different bands
Dick and the Deer Gutters:
Dick and the Deer Gutters – WINGBOWL!!!
Trailer Park Cowboys
Trailer Park Cowboys covering \"Rumble\"
Colebrook Road
Short Documentary with snippets of some of their songs.
Hellbound Train
There’s a video on their facebook page. Click this to go there.
Next month, we have two shows. One in Midtown Harrsiburg at the HMAC, and another at the White Oak Inn in Shermansdale.
Like sidewalks and parking meters? Go tot the HMAC show.
Like limestone parking lots and trees? Go the the White Oak show.
That’s all I got – hopefully do a blog or two while drunk this weekend.
-Jr.
So, as I write this, we are on the front page of reverbnation.com.
Dont’ know how long it’s going stay that way…
-Junior
Do you remember Wilapalooza? Were you there? Most of us were. It kicked ass.
It ran for 11 years straight. It started out as an evening party with a few bands and turned into a 12 hour show attended by thousands of people in good ol’ Perry County, Pennsylvania.
I turned 21 during the peak of the Wilapoolza run. You could BYOB and camp there, so it was one of those rare events where you could fully enjoy yourself at a party and crash out in the comfort of your own sleeping bag.
Once again, it was completely kickass and it looks like it’s going to happen again.
http://facebook.com/wilapalooza - friend that shit!
Got two shows nexth month. They’re on the shows page.
We haven’t done a damn thing since Thanksgiving.
Why? Because we felt like it! Eatin’ turkey, like the internet, is serious business. We’ll fire up the machine a week or two into next month and see what happens.
In the meantime, enjoy our hidden press page: http://www.goatropinbastards.com/?page_id=147
Dutch Country can be so wierd…
For reasons I won’t get into, I had to go somewhere in Lancaster County today. On the way there, almost immediately after getting on the highway, some little sports coupe pulls into the lane next to me and honks the horn, so I glance over real quick just to see what’s wrong. I look over and a grey-haired guy with a shirt in tie on, smiles, waves, then points down – at some lady in a power suit giving him road head. Weird. I speed up. Then the guy honks the horn, I glance over, he does the “disco gun” hand guesture (while still getting road head), and guns it. That car definitely did not have a governor on it. Dude was gone.
Five minutes later, traffic slows to a stop. Another five minutes, and traffic starts moving. Ten more minutes of creep and crawl, then I see the accident. Mr. Disco-Gun, the King of High Speed Road Head, rearended a Ford Ranger. Sure hope nobody was hurt – or amputated. I couldn’t tell.
I decided that I was going to go a little more backroads style to get to my destination. It stayed weird. I passed an Amish girl in full Amish garb using a brand new, gasoline powered weed-whacker with safety glasses and over ear hearing protection. A mile or two later, I passed a bunch of amish kids waiting for something with matching Igloo lunch boxes. When did the Amish get so into plastics, gasoline engines, and safety gear? When I was a kid, they used super old school everything – even lunchboxes.
I also passed five hitch hikers that were dressed in the “Juggalo” style over the course of my trip. The one switched from thumb up to middle finger when she realized I wasn’t slowing down to pick her up. I guess there must be an Insane Clown Posse show somewhere.
Weird.
-Junior
This week kicks off the end of our summer quasi-vacation.
We’re doing a BYOB show at the Boondocks Club this Saturday, a show next Friday at Johnny Joe’s, looks like we’re going to be on another bill the weekend after that, then a pigroast, then a private party, then another show that’s almost finalized.
And, we’ve already got inquiries for October! So if we weren’t doin enough shows for you, it looks like that won’t be a problem in the future.
The show this week is going to be a little weird – we’re playing in the middle of a folk show. I think we might be the only act that has drums or electric instruments.
Looking forward to unleashing the spotlights and the trucker mic. However, since it’s all ages, I’m going to try to do this profanity free. It’s going to be a little tricky, but we were able to pull that off about a year ago at the Jim Sufrin Benefit concert – well, almost. I did say “fuck” once and couldn’t think of a word to say instead of “tits”, so I just mimed like I was squeezin a pair of them. I did lose a bet with one of our buddies that I couldn’t pull it off, but it wasn’t the massive fail we thought it was going to be.
We’re usually not big on controlling anything we say, but we try to do one show a year that the under 21 crowd can go to…
Anyway, see you at one of these shows…
-jr
So, it’s been over a month since the last post – not a whole lot happened. We usually slow down in the summer because the whole damn scene slows down. Seriously, do you want to hear us play songs about blowjobs, booze, swingers, trains, cars, tractors, boobjobs, 3 inch mags, and cheetos at a bar when you could be falling over drunk next to a campfire at your buddy’s house? Our low-tech experiments say no, so we slack off an reset.
This twitter shit is great, it appeals to my ADHD and verbal diarhea. You can spout off as much silly shit as you want and it doesn’t annoy people as much as going bat shit on facebook or myspace. But it’s made the blogging suffere because I just end up tweeting abunch and being done for the day.
We have two shows so far next month, ana all-age, dry show at the Boondocks Club in York Haven and a regular bar show at Johnny Joes in Mechanicsburg, click the “Shows” button to see more details
The “Sweatin’ to the Profanity” series is going to be done. It’s not that I gave up on it or anything, it”s just annoying. who wants to hear about some fat ass eating vegetables instead of infallible fortune cookies and stuff like that?
Booking has picked up, so we should be back in the PeCo groove in no time.
Tell yer damn friends!!!
If you don’t get the title of the blog post, this is for you:
I watch one NASCAR race every year or so – I used to watch it a lot when I was a kid. You know, back when guys would get all hogged up at the bar on Saturday Night, drive 500 miles high-speed bumper car style, and then try not to let their beer gut slow them down crawling out of it on fire. Back when Richard Petty would drive super high on the track and somehow win now and again.
I can’t follow it now – it got all high-tech, politically correct, and risk averse. “Let’s have a conference call about a meeting about a conference call to maybe decide how we’re going to configure the right-rear-coil-spring four months from now at Talladega.
Fuck that noise! I wanna go fast!
However, Shitty watches virtually every damn race.
Would you like Shitty to do a NASCAR blog?
Drop a comment either way!
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