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Super Pro Radio Interview at an Ad Agency's Radio Station.

Aaron, Bryan, and John hung out with Alicia McDade yesterday on W+K radio, playing songs we dig and talking trash. You can check the podcast out here !

Alot Of Belly Achin'

Okay, we’ve been back for a couple weeks, the boys played a show April third at Berbati’s. John took a two part crowd shot: The School Of Rock opened up for them, you ever seen those kids? Pretty damn amazing… Anywho, the question I have been asked the most since getting home is “Glad to be back?” to which I usually reply something along the lines of “Oh yeah, that was a long one” or some crappy canned response similar to that, and it’s true, I am glad to be home—sorta. No one can deny there is nothing better than sleeping in your own bed (with or without your girlfriend/boyfriend) but this whole “work” thing is for the birds. I would rather make ten bucks a day and come home smelling like a bum fart than make four times that (you read that right, up to FORTY dollars) a night and come home smelling like someone else’s dinner. Besides that, I am really trying to get in the habit of writing more and nothing gets the juices flowing like the road, while nothing can suck them straight out o

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West Coast

Wow, it’s real hard to tell you about life on the road now that I have spent the last twenty-four hours in the comfort of my own home doing what ever the hell it is I wanna do. Eat scrambled eggs naked? Sure. Fart without having to let everyone know so they can roll down the windows? Can do. The world is my oyster. But I must finish what I started, no matter how loudly my brain tells me to wander the streets aimlessly strictly because I can. So here we go. First thing’s first, a big “Fuck yeah!” goes out to the entire west coast. We have never been received so well as this time around. Thanks. Alot. 3/26/09 Los Angeles, Ca. Why lie? Damn near ever time we’ve played L.A. in the last couple of years has gone over like a fart at a funeral. But this time around people actually showed up. It was crazy. I know when Frank Sinatra sang “If you can make it there/ You’ll make it anywhere” it was about New York, but I swear that L.A. is a tougher crowd. After the show we packed up and headed to S