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This is a post-Thanksgiving show. No I'm not going to make any jokes about how you can get into the show if you bring some blankets infected with small pox, or that sitting politely while your racist Aunt talks about Puerto-Ricans (or if your Aunt is Puerto-Rican, Dominicans) has earned you a spot on our guest list. I'm not gonna go on and on about how my tryptophan dealer is the best in the city, or how no matter how long you brine a turkey it still tastes like shit. I'm not gonna do that. It's just a show. A post-pro-colonization holiday show. (Thanksgiving, or ThanksTAKING, am I right?) Whatever. It's over. Stop bitching about it, already. Pretty soon you can start making your crappy Christmas jokes. But until then COME HEAR SOME MUSIC!! VIOLENT BULLSHIT (we are super good and have cool merch!) WILD YAKS (we play with them all the time because they rule.) COLUMBOID (Who knows?? Maybe they're good. Give it A chance you dick!) All at the fantastic SAINT VITUS BAR @1120 Manhattan ave in Greenpoint! THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT SO COME OUT WITH YOUR WEIRD SWITCH FLIPPED AND LET'S DO THIS!! |
Dan at his throne, White knees naked through threadbare jeans, Full of buttholes.
Beards gather, bandana'd, and
Byron, backed up, Bends and breaks his A string.
I looks down at my riff and mousse gets In my eyes.
Oh Jayson!, 21 again, “behind you!” with a Fixed-gear mic.
Where's Toshi? Oh, there's Toshi. He's found the sick Way to do it.
Lady and gentlemen, Violent Bullshit.