Some say this place is haunted by more than late night nerds. Allegedly.
This is the spots new look after all the fugglin' that went on here with the local "Satanists"
This seemed easier to do than dressing Tummyache up and passing him off as Resurrection Mary ten miles away.
I called it.
Keep rollin', there is always next year.
Dames cum n' go yet still we roll.
Just go on down to the place where they know your name and grab a pint with a Proud Boi.
Everything worked out for the better just after midnight.
To new and old acquaintances, to women that let me buy them drinks.
Soon, im outta this hellish place, till then road haul continues.
Scummer Show 16'
These boiz is Chicago classics. If you're local find a way to see them.
Krampmas III: Kramp For Kylie
These dudes were the other reason for the season for bringing this kind of heat to the plate.
The only miricles are the ones we make for each other.
Everybody wants to blackpill out and admit defeat. We want to write off the world and hide in our caves while lamenting our fortune. We are always searching for the big fix and its always been all around us. There are still places where solidarity isn't a dirty word. The Southside stands by its own; shoulder to shoulder, beer in hand. Kin share no one blood or creed other than the hearths we huddle upon.
Kick in a few bucks for a good cause if you've got it:
The long aeons of life are best spent and saved by nights of song in the garden.
I can't sing or play worth a damn so they let me write the words.
Suprise, suprise another moody song about wanting to be no-alive. I shoulda just called Billy's hotline and gotten the fuck over it
Summer of 15'
Mama Bear Moss is singing and the first guitar, The Randalor rules the back ranges.
Don't be silly, lads, wrap your willie.
Liquor before beer, you're in the clear.
Blue hair? Git the fuck outta' there.
Don't be a moody lush and you'll make her
Krampmas III: Kramp For Kylie
The Dead Bolts
That MGMT cover got my gibblies rollin'
Glory to Justin and Anthony for pulling all the stops out every year and this one especially. Those dudes is good people, at least in my book. I started doing the flyers for this thing when I was at deaths door and I'm glad to see the helping hand tradition lives on.
Sometimes community is all we got but usually thats all we need.
Mama C dancing through this thing has had the cancer on and off for the decade I've known her. It stole her husband because it couldn't get her. Still, she dances on.
If you've got a few bucks kick it in if you can:
Martha in all their glory.
Their set left footprints on the ceiling and a murdered lamp.
We stuffed the china cabinet behind the drum set with blankets.
A few weeks late Gauge and i had a conversation about which would be easier to fight.
One hundred duck sized horses over one horse sized duck.
All the art from the neightborhood on two walls and the ceiling.
It was nice to see the creatives not at eachothers throats.
Then the pop punk kids came and magically everybody was.
Created 9 months, 4 weeks ago.
Just some dude with more thumbs than brains.
I just want to lounge in the shade in the waning days of free speech.
Tidbits of Coors Light insight filtered through a cotton King size.
The uninformed views I spew here are mine so don't color anybody in these videos by the same brush that you would me. They are all very nice and I'm glad that they associate with me even though I'm an emotionally stunted wrongthink mongoloid.
Animations And Junk Drawer:
When We Were Scum: