Friday, May 2nd 2003
Sunset House Party - San Francisco, CA

The MAN is ALWAYS bringin' us down.

Actually, we haven't had a visit from the cops in a long while, so what better night for them to crash our cool little party than THIS night?

We met Kyle and all his fantastic friends at the Sand Bar show a couple weeks back, and they invited us to play a house party in their basement. Chill times, a keg was gotten at a good price, Bevelacqua and us were the musical guests, and it just turned out to be an excellent evening.

Bevelacqua got it all started with a rowdy, sweaty, mic tossin' set. Zack, Dennis and Mike are the shit. They really are. And when Dennis gets going, you may wanna step back and give him a little room. He flails around, and spins the mic really fast, which is cool. But I've played a show where that thing flies off the cord at about 100mph and smacks the nearest victim in the face. I was afraid. But then again, I'm a puss.

No face smacking this time, though. Guess their mic cables are a little higher quality than mine. Good thing.

We went on next, after everyone was good and sauced. It was a movin', shakin' little show we had going. We built it up slowly. People were bouncin' a bit, and then we pulled out our little new Pixies cover. And it was starting to seep into everyone....singin' along...shloshin' the beer, when all of a sudden, I stop cold. A deer in the headlights. Cymbals ringing into an eerie silence.

"What the hell?", thinks Mark, lookin' at me funny.

Then the flashlights, and the sobriety kickin, as the lovely San Francisco police invade our little basement party. "Pack it up", they say. And much to the moans and groans of the folks who really wanted us to finish the song, we packed it up. Party over.

At least we got to sweat a bit. Thanks you guys!