The SF Weekly has come out with its annual "Best Of The Bay" edition, and guess who the readers picked for best band in the bay..... give up? Come one, quitter! It says it right up there in the picture... Still don't know?!?! Jesus Christ man, what are you, an idiot? Fine, whatever. It was us... We won best band. Thanks for taking all of the wind out of our sails... Moron.
We were sitting in the cafe of our motel in Medford Oregon yesterday morning. The rest of the band was perusing the menu and contemplating whether or not this would be the day that they would start actually taking care of their bodies, rather than filling them day after day with shit food, shit coffee, and great booze. I had made up my mind, and was looking forward to my eggs benedict, so I decided to whip out my phone and explore the world of Instagram.
I had a notification from a follower of ours that we had been tagged in a photo. That morning, my ego was as hungry as my rumbling stomach, so I rushed to see my glorious face captured in a mass of colored pixels and run through a vintage looking filter... What I saw, was no face of mine, but rather this picture at the top of this post. I made a squealing noise that I didn't realize I was even capable of and handed the phone around the table. We must have looked ridiculous in that restaurant, all squealing and voiding the contents of our bowels. My eggs benedict on any other day would have been just another sub par, small town, artery clogging, punch in the gut of a breakfast, but that morning... It tasted like victory.
We would like to thank everyone who voted. This is a momentous moment in our lives and we obviously would never have experienced it if it weren't for all of you. Also, thanks to SF Weekly for the Best Of the Bay. Every year I read through it and have always wished that someday my name would be in there. That day has come, and it feels really good.
-Sam
We were sitting in the cafe of our motel in Medford Oregon yesterday morning. The rest of the band was perusing the menu and contemplating whether or not this would be the day that they would start actually taking care of their bodies, rather than filling them day after day with shit food, shit coffee, and great booze. I had made up my mind, and was looking forward to my eggs benedict, so I decided to whip out my phone and explore the world of Instagram.
I had a notification from a follower of ours that we had been tagged in a photo. That morning, my ego was as hungry as my rumbling stomach, so I rushed to see my glorious face captured in a mass of colored pixels and run through a vintage looking filter... What I saw, was no face of mine, but rather this picture at the top of this post. I made a squealing noise that I didn't realize I was even capable of and handed the phone around the table. We must have looked ridiculous in that restaurant, all squealing and voiding the contents of our bowels. My eggs benedict on any other day would have been just another sub par, small town, artery clogging, punch in the gut of a breakfast, but that morning... It tasted like victory.
We would like to thank everyone who voted. This is a momentous moment in our lives and we obviously would never have experienced it if it weren't for all of you. Also, thanks to SF Weekly for the Best Of the Bay. Every year I read through it and have always wished that someday my name would be in there. That day has come, and it feels really good.
-Sam
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