OK, kids…let’s talk about the Pine Hill Haints and the Guilty Hearts, shall we? Because they f’n rocked the Redwood Bar last night.
http://www.myspace.com/pinehillhaints
http://www.myspace.com/theguiltyhearts
Sadly (for me, not for Alabama), The Pine Hill Haints are from Alabama or some place very far away from Southern California and they were just passing through. Can I just say that any band who has a chick playing a saw is one of my favorite bands? Plus, they were just really rad. Traditional music, but with a unique flair and a whole lotta foot pounding drive.
Plus, their drummer looks like The Motorcycle Boy. And don’t think I didn’t tell him that. Of course, he had no idea what I was talking about.
Eh, kids today. I tells ya, they got no fuckin’ culture.
I won’t talk about the fact that Dr. Niece had no idea what a haint is. *sigh* You see what happens, Mom and Dad, when you move the family away from the South?
The Guilty Hearts kicked my ass. I danced til my feet were begging to be let out of my shoes. Luckily, they be local so I can sees ‘em again soon.
(Why am I writing in this strange language which only resembles English?)
So obviously I had me some fun last night. Dr. Niece and recently-married Niece were with me, also having fun.
Today, however? Not so much fun. I is tuckered. Mucho tuckered.
http://www.myspace.com/pinehillhaints
http://www.myspace.com/theguiltyhearts
Sadly (for me, not for Alabama), The Pine Hill Haints are from Alabama or some place very far away from Southern California and they were just passing through. Can I just say that any band who has a chick playing a saw is one of my favorite bands? Plus, they were just really rad. Traditional music, but with a unique flair and a whole lotta foot pounding drive.
Plus, their drummer looks like The Motorcycle Boy. And don’t think I didn’t tell him that. Of course, he had no idea what I was talking about.
Eh, kids today. I tells ya, they got no fuckin’ culture.
I won’t talk about the fact that Dr. Niece had no idea what a haint is. *sigh* You see what happens, Mom and Dad, when you move the family away from the South?
The Guilty Hearts kicked my ass. I danced til my feet were begging to be let out of my shoes. Luckily, they be local so I can sees ‘em again soon.
(Why am I writing in this strange language which only resembles English?)
So obviously I had me some fun last night. Dr. Niece and recently-married Niece were with me, also having fun.
Today, however? Not so much fun. I is tuckered. Mucho tuckered.
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