I can't get our band's songs out of my head. They're constantly playing back all day while I'm at work; they're that catchy. I have to admit, it makes the day suck less. I'm starting to think we may actually be good.

Hey, it could happen.

So be warned, future audience members: you too will find yourselves unable to resist humming our melodies to yourselves as you leave Quencher's on November 3rd. They'll be indelibly stamped into your noggins all next week, and you just may like it. Hey, at least you can escape. With time, the memory will fade, until the next show. We keep forcing them back into our heads week after week during insane four hour practices^*.

^*I reserve the right to embellish and/or exaggerate for dramatic effect.

^**What subliminal advertising? I don't see any.

The results are in: we sound much better after three beers.