thank yousssssssss
Love never dies; it just spread like a bad rash.
That was proven hundredfold this past Saturday night at the SOLD OUT BooB show. Yes. Sold Out.
Wasn’t it a free show you ask? Yes! You Mo’Fo’s..it was FREE.. AND there was still a line down the block of people waiting IN THE RAIN hoping that people would leave the show so they could come in. YES - INDEED. So that, in my book, makes it a sold out show. mmm, hmmm - you know I’m right.
So the love of BooB has spread in our four years underground, luckily for those infested, we were able to give a good long scratch with our crotch rocking 1 ½ hour long set (with songs left out) We actually had to make a few cuts as we surprisingly realized we had more material than just the hour we thought. How is that possible? Cuz BooB rules. We are rock stars.
(note - I did not say we are musicians!)
We are ROCKSTARS.
And as rock stars there are a bunch of little people that we climbed up to get where we are and we are GRACIOUS ROCKSTARS because we never forget those little people.
First we’d like to thank the boys of Modern Groove Syndicate for really giving BooB a start back in 2002. They were some of the first to realize the genius of BooB forcing us to open for them on multiple occasions. (you would think they would have learned after the first show) Modern Groove Syndicate - some great musicians there..
I mean, not BooB great…… but great.
So thanks for giving us that push back in the day.
Frank Jackson (Brown Sabbath) & Denis Vignola (Clown Church) ruled the night by providing us with extra mics to be sure the insane rocking ness of BooB could be heard by all. We almost went sans mics.. I mean, we are rock stars after all - mics are for pussies, though as the show started we realized that true rock stars ALWAYS need mics to sing above the singing/screaming joyous crowd. And yes. Our crowd was singing and screaming every lyric they knew. Good thing we had some never before heard tunes so we could get them to shut up for a minute until they learned the chorus… BooB fans are smart. They pick up on things quickly. Back to my thanks. THANK YOU FRANK AND DENIS. Your generosity with no hesitation is greatly appreciated.
Nancy Lee (Nancy & The Knockers) came through with a nifty neato mic for us that we were too scared to take out of her apartment. She came through all the way from NYC and ruled so much that we could not take her up on her offer for fear of damaging the pretty pretty studio mic.
Our opening band, Plum Street Ramblers for enthusiastically closing the night. Hard to take the stage after BooB (the 2 Skinnee J’s cried and threw hissy fits when they realized they had too) and the Ramblers jumped head first into the challenge and kept the crowd dancing and smiling till the end of the evening.
The other opener band that we don’t know. Anyone know who they were? Yeah…thanks for entertaining our friends till we got there. Cool. Who are you?
Robin Ickes for making cds and stickers to give to our adoring fans. Nice for our masses to leave with a musical remembrance. And remember people - when you listen to this album - do it the correct way.
No lights, candles, etc. Headphones, you and the music.
It will get you high.
We’d also like to thank the gay cancer benefit. Thank you for keeping some of our audience away. There were too many people at our gig, so we are glad the gay cancer benefit was going on to give those that couldn’t get in our doors a place to be.
There is no benefit to cancer. Fuck cancer.
Lots of benefit to BooB though.
And most importantly we’d like to thank every single person that came and rocked. Many of you traveled far and with great expectation. We know we delivered well above any expectations. I mean.. We are BooB - we kick your favorite band’s ass. And we did. We kicked them all. A few times. And there were some punches as well. Though there were more smiles. Thank you for the smiles. The shit eating grins. The bra throwing and the necrophilia and the broken glass and the motorboatin’ and the boob flashin’ and the glitter tossing. Wait, I’m just talking about the smiles. Thank you for the great big smiles. They were all we could see from the stage and it was infectious. Infectious and spreading fast. The rash of BooB.
Wait did I say most importantly allready? No… that should be almost importantly…
This is
MOST IMPORTANTLY we’d like to thank ourselves. We rocked it all the way back to middle school, hell pre-fuckin’ school. We smacked the shit out of naptime and turned recess into a Ziggy Stardust fantasy.
Oh and the new kid. Yeah - you did pretty okay.
YOU FREAKIN’ ROCKSTAR YOU
pretty okay - the understatement of the year
T.V.’s Danny P kicking butt and not even caring to take names
Was there really a BooB before?
That was proven hundredfold this past Saturday night at the SOLD OUT BooB show. Yes. Sold Out.
Wasn’t it a free show you ask? Yes! You Mo’Fo’s..it was FREE.. AND there was still a line down the block of people waiting IN THE RAIN hoping that people would leave the show so they could come in. YES - INDEED. So that, in my book, makes it a sold out show. mmm, hmmm - you know I’m right.
So the love of BooB has spread in our four years underground, luckily for those infested, we were able to give a good long scratch with our crotch rocking 1 ½ hour long set (with songs left out) We actually had to make a few cuts as we surprisingly realized we had more material than just the hour we thought. How is that possible? Cuz BooB rules. We are rock stars.
(note - I did not say we are musicians!)
We are ROCKSTARS.
And as rock stars there are a bunch of little people that we climbed up to get where we are and we are GRACIOUS ROCKSTARS because we never forget those little people.
First we’d like to thank the boys of Modern Groove Syndicate for really giving BooB a start back in 2002. They were some of the first to realize the genius of BooB forcing us to open for them on multiple occasions. (you would think they would have learned after the first show) Modern Groove Syndicate - some great musicians there..
I mean, not BooB great…… but great.
So thanks for giving us that push back in the day.
Frank Jackson (Brown Sabbath) & Denis Vignola (Clown Church) ruled the night by providing us with extra mics to be sure the insane rocking ness of BooB could be heard by all. We almost went sans mics.. I mean, we are rock stars after all - mics are for pussies, though as the show started we realized that true rock stars ALWAYS need mics to sing above the singing/screaming joyous crowd. And yes. Our crowd was singing and screaming every lyric they knew. Good thing we had some never before heard tunes so we could get them to shut up for a minute until they learned the chorus… BooB fans are smart. They pick up on things quickly. Back to my thanks. THANK YOU FRANK AND DENIS. Your generosity with no hesitation is greatly appreciated.
Nancy Lee (Nancy & The Knockers) came through with a nifty neato mic for us that we were too scared to take out of her apartment. She came through all the way from NYC and ruled so much that we could not take her up on her offer for fear of damaging the pretty pretty studio mic.
Our opening band, Plum Street Ramblers for enthusiastically closing the night. Hard to take the stage after BooB (the 2 Skinnee J’s cried and threw hissy fits when they realized they had too) and the Ramblers jumped head first into the challenge and kept the crowd dancing and smiling till the end of the evening.
The other opener band that we don’t know. Anyone know who they were? Yeah…thanks for entertaining our friends till we got there. Cool. Who are you?
Robin Ickes for making cds and stickers to give to our adoring fans. Nice for our masses to leave with a musical remembrance. And remember people - when you listen to this album - do it the correct way.
No lights, candles, etc. Headphones, you and the music.
It will get you high.
We’d also like to thank the gay cancer benefit. Thank you for keeping some of our audience away. There were too many people at our gig, so we are glad the gay cancer benefit was going on to give those that couldn’t get in our doors a place to be.
There is no benefit to cancer. Fuck cancer.
Lots of benefit to BooB though.
And most importantly we’d like to thank every single person that came and rocked. Many of you traveled far and with great expectation. We know we delivered well above any expectations. I mean.. We are BooB - we kick your favorite band’s ass. And we did. We kicked them all. A few times. And there were some punches as well. Though there were more smiles. Thank you for the smiles. The shit eating grins. The bra throwing and the necrophilia and the broken glass and the motorboatin’ and the boob flashin’ and the glitter tossing. Wait, I’m just talking about the smiles. Thank you for the great big smiles. They were all we could see from the stage and it was infectious. Infectious and spreading fast. The rash of BooB.
Wait did I say most importantly allready? No… that should be almost importantly…
This is
MOST IMPORTANTLY we’d like to thank ourselves. We rocked it all the way back to middle school, hell pre-fuckin’ school. We smacked the shit out of naptime and turned recess into a Ziggy Stardust fantasy.
Oh and the new kid. Yeah - you did pretty okay.
YOU FREAKIN’ ROCKSTAR YOU
pretty okay - the understatement of the year
T.V.’s Danny P kicking butt and not even caring to take names
Was there really a BooB before?