The stage is a brutal and unforgiving mistress. The nights spent on top of her are no feat for the weak stomached, soft skulled, nor unseasoned in the art of pomp and aural cunalingus. It is a public gutting for the pleasure of a paying crowd. They wrap around you like vultures, picking at your insides and lapping up every sinewy strand, cooing with satiated pleasure over the roar of your heart, throbbing and pumping whats left of your DNA from the stumps that once were the roots for strong and able limbs. Once the heart stops, they cry for more. No more war drum rhythm, no more calls to action, no more tears for the hell of tears, no more carnage.... "Where the hell did, I put my jacket?" They wonder as they step over you, the postmortal bouillabaisse that once seemed so full of promise, grit, a life force so powerful the walls shook when you took the stage minutes before, when your voice let out its first guttural bellow, whetting the lips of the unsuspecting predators.
Yes, but the stage is also your lady. She is the foundation of your legacy. She is the high road, directing you towards greener pastures, and guiding you towards a life that you can look back on from your deathbed knowing that every second lived was one worth reliving. She is the deep breathe that you take after a hard day, the one that you take the moment after you cross the threshold, knowing that you've finally made it home. She is your rock, your apple box, your pulpit, and your church. Every vulture is hungry for your gospel. They are caught in your snare. They expect no mercy and no mercy is what they will get. The stage is the future. The stage is your onward and upward...
.... and we love every fucking inch of it...
Our next show is June 19th.
Bottom Of The Hill - San Francisco
Doors- 8:30 Show- 9pm
$8
All Ages
The Sam Chase
The Gallery (LA)
Dogcatcher
Yes, but the stage is also your lady. She is the foundation of your legacy. She is the high road, directing you towards greener pastures, and guiding you towards a life that you can look back on from your deathbed knowing that every second lived was one worth reliving. She is the deep breathe that you take after a hard day, the one that you take the moment after you cross the threshold, knowing that you've finally made it home. She is your rock, your apple box, your pulpit, and your church. Every vulture is hungry for your gospel. They are caught in your snare. They expect no mercy and no mercy is what they will get. The stage is the future. The stage is your onward and upward...
.... and we love every fucking inch of it...
Our next show is June 19th.
Bottom Of The Hill - San Francisco
Doors- 8:30 Show- 9pm
$8
All Ages
The Sam Chase
The Gallery (LA)
Dogcatcher
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