This show is about as boring as fireworks. And BOOM! goes the dynamite!
Yeah. Fireworks. Which I happen to think are pretty bitchin’. Yeah “Bitchin'”, which is a pretty rad word. And “rad” is so hella cool that those are my daughter’s initials. As you might be able to tell, I’m a little tipsy at the moment, it being Mardis Gras. Laissez les bon temps rouler! Yeah, I speak a smattering of Cajun
if Google translate is handy. Word up to anyone in Lafayette, LA listening, but you’re not – you don’t care! Anyway…. Christy Lynn!!!
Our very good friend, Christy Lynn graced us with her presence this week. She is such a blast. And if her father is reading this – don’t listen – she swears like a sailor and stuff. Really. You don’t wanna know. BUT! She really is a lot of fun. She is an active part of the music community in Reno, sparking up open mics and starting bands and plaing in jams all over town the last couple years. The fact that she’s got a sultry and pretty damn sexy blues voice doesn’t hurt either. You can catch her every W-F at Toast and Jam at the Studio on 4th. She’ll also be appearing with Blunderbusst and Candyshoppe
(next week’s guests… hope that doen’t jinx it!) at The Treehouse Lounge this Saturday at 8pm.
And we can’t forget to mention OUR MOST SPECIUAL GUEST this week: Mister! Darin! Onoroff! *polite applause* Nick’s boyhood friend and … distant?… associate of the show had his birthday again this year. He had one birthday wish and one birthday wish only – to be on the mother frakking podcast. Although, I’m not sure why because he didn’t really seem to be in the same room with us, but whatever… it’s his birthday!!! Yay!!! Happy Birthday Darin! (get what I mean by “special” guest?)
At any rate – super awesome funtime show this week. I had a blast and everyone seemed happy in the end.
Isn’t that what we’re all really looking for?? ok…. besides a sack of money….
Thanks for Listening.
P.S. YES! I know “There’ss” is spelled wrong in the damn picture! Shaddup!
Hello future test subjects!
Unfortunately, there is no show this week! Again! As much as we love him, Dogwater Dick is not superhuman or immune to disease. He gets sick like normal people. It just always seems to happen at the same time as something important… like my wedding! Or for the Mary Jane Rocket show! Don’t worry though; he’ll be all fixed in a jiffy and we’ll get them rescheduled right quick! And I didn’t end up standing in the middle of the street flipping him off, again.
I’m sure we all had wonderful weekends and lots of terribly exciting things happened. What does Nick’s Journal have to say? Will Chewie ever be funny? Tune in next week for those answers and more amazing topics! In the meanwhile, Happy Valentines Day! Remember: It’s not about how much you love some one, but how hard you hit them…
…and thanks for listening!
I didn’t want to get out of bed today. But then I would have missed this awesome show.
We almost had a GREAT show. But once again Matty didn’t answer the phone when we tried to make a What’s Matty Drinking call. Ruined the whole show. Sorry. As a consolation prize we are pleased to be offering
free bro-jobs the musical stylings of The Hardways! Jesse Easter, Spike McGuire, Tyson Schroeder and Stephen Sperber visit the slum that passes for Rick’s house fabulously hi-tech Dogwater Studios for some good times and cheap beers.
As is our wont, we had them play some songs for us (why else do you listen?) that blew us away. Don’t let the vacant stares and mullets fool you – these guys are effing RIPPERS. And
a bunch of foulmouthed bastards the friendliest gents you could ever bring home to meet the parents, ladies – especially that Tyson. He sure is a smooth talker!
If you want to catch The Hardways at a theater near you, you’re going to have to wait until March. To tide you over, check out their first album, Perpetual Motion on the iTunes store. It should keep your toes tapping until you go see them live. If you’re looking for a really great show right now – check out the Winter Music Series at The Alley, on Thursday night. This week is the ‘Nick Ramirez Spectacular’, featuring Candyshoppe, Hella A Cappella Reno, Na Na Nonchalant, Present & The LetDowns. It should be a pretty bitchin’ show. I’m going to be there. Nick probably will be there. It would be nice to see you!
Nick’s Journal is strangely quiet this week (thank gawd…); Rick is swamped with recording bands; and Chewie, well, he’s been busy being a dad. Me? Rory? Well, I’m here with you one the innerwebz trying to make sense of my life. I hope you have a great week.
Ans thanks for listening.
So, this episode was supposed to be number 2 of the new season. Episode 1 was supposed to be an audio of our live show. Unfortunately there was some sort of computer malfunction after the fact and the entire show was lost. So yeah. To make it up to you we thought we’d have some drugs for our first show of season 2 – Miracle Drugs!
Well, we have 3/4 of Miracle Drugs, anyway. Zac Damon (Zoinks!, Screeching Weasel, Squirtgun, Crushstory, Big In Japan), Shane Forester and Tim ‘A.J.’ Blake (local bands you’ve never heard of) were able to join us in the Dogwater Studios. Drummer and token non-Frenchie, Pierre Marche (Screeching Weasel, Sucka Punch), has listened to the podcast before and politely declined the appearance. Contrastingly, as you can tell by his sincere-est smile in the picture, Zac was super excited to come do the show!
Miracle Drugs have been polluting the air with their peppy poppy toe-tappy happy music for a while now. You might want to check them out. You might really really like them. Their next show is Friday Feb 3, 2012 – Punk Rock Prom at The Alley in Sparks!
This first episode of the new year is a real class act; there is nothing overtly sexual or graphoc within the first 15 minutes of the episode. Not at all. Guest host Layla James certainly doesn’t put up or condone any of that nonsense. She keeps us on-point and in-line from the get-go! Thanks Layla, you’re a
loudmouthed bitch peach!
Well, I’m out of words again. We’ll try to be more consistent this season. No, really!
Thanks for listening.