Kicking life into overdrive across the span of these dawning weeks. With the upcoming release of The Falcones Were Raised Better Than That EPK, shows have integrated into a weekly occurrence. Balancing the tonal qualities recorded into the mix might take a while, but guaranteed the album will be rocking on your speakers soon. I might not die rich, but I'll be damned if I don't die deaf. Bring the noise!
Friday's show went incredible, never has the music been louder while the crowd recipricated passion. Sweat poured from our bodies as we unleashed every emotion our energies could conjure. The stage was set by the opening act: a trio whose sound and live presence seemed unmatched... competitive notions stimulated the drive to make the best out of anything. Yet the friendly nature of our communal creations rounded out the entire night into one massive rock n' roll chunk.
Apparently at some point I grabbed my capo off Josie during Roxanne and ate it. Two kinds of intonation limitlessly spewed from Sir Psycho Sexy's speakers, as if outraged by another incident of sonic transgression. I guess a musical threesome can disturb even the strongest wills since originality took a break from hanging with our society. Light a fire to spark up a flame; burn something down to start a revolution.
Warning: Flying objects can be dangerous, especially if its a girl playing tambourine...
To the female owner of these red lace panties:
We love you.
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