i wish god were alive to see this

Nobody Sees Me Like You Do.

Somebody got a golden microphone.

Young gentlemen from the Seattle suburbs, Seahouse.

And from the self same suburb and joining them on tour, Shed.

These two are playing a show on a bed, in a bedroom, in West Covina tonight.

Small Breed. When evening and brutality collide.

I'd-like-to-know-where-you-got-the-no-tion.

Sit.

Finest silk culottes, rusted pumpkin silk top. SILK

So then Abe Vigoda played their last show before leaving on an epic North America tour journey.

People of America, people of Canada, you have a chance this summer to meet Juan.

You have a chance to meet Reggie.

And a chance to meet Michael. You may even be lucky enough to meet David, who loves a good sandwich, but is initially a little bit shy.

Be gentle.

Posted by Cali at June 27, 2008 11:48 AM