Making Cents

Sometimes butternut squash reigns supreme
and the origami troll motherfuckers roam free
over hills of sugar
and fields of buns
understanding nothing comes freely
as does the dust
and the neutron silence
of galaxies
blazing into stars and starships and supermen
with forcefields drift into the mind
of societies dregs
and the babies are born starving
on a frozen planet with a burning shield of flaming sorrow
understanding nothing makes the most sense
so the dream dreams itself and then eats itself until it is dead
and full
and no longer hungry
you dig?


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Rain rain rain

It has been raining for 2 years
every day
day and night
I look at the calendar
more rain
I check the forecast
Rain
I open the door
Rain
the fridge
Rain
I'm sick
chest infection
rain
summer
rain
sky
rain
I wonder if it will rain for another year
it probably will

There are idiots

There are idiots in the world
it is not necessarily their fault
its just who they are
and that's what they proclaim
proudly
"This is just who I am!"
proud ignorance
Hitler was just being who he was too
so was Jeffrey Dahmer
and the rest of the gang
so that is OK
some have degrees
some are masters
some work at Dunkin' donuts
some own Dunkin' donuts
some live in Cambridge
I was at a party once
with smart kids who have rich parents
this person asks where I live and then makes a face and says why?
I thought to myself and regret not saying
"why are you fat and ugly?"
I stayed for a while then left. It was a boring party.
It would be OK if they weren't so rude about it
I was at another party
Bob Dylan was playing.
she says
"whats this redneck music?"
and proceeds to put on the radio pop flavor of the month and shake her ass
Bob Dylan is the redneck?
one of the greatest writers of our time
really deep shit going on here
money power spect
I have to leave
I can't be around this
the only way I can tolerate this is with a big giant shot of heroin or a machine gun
or both
I leave and eat cheesecake with a girl from Turkey
she pays

The End

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Whitman Whtman

Back from the show at "The office" in Whitman, MA,. If you Yelp The Office you get "DUMP! It's full of coke heads and trash. If the last beer on earth was in this bar, I would not drink it."

Sounds like my kind of place

Thanks to my friends for coming out and representing and getting my back.

more nights

right now birds are eating eyes
in a desert

tonight its will oldham at 1235
sitting in the kitchen
dont know no nothing but my stomach still hurts and surely it is cancer.
and the heat sinks through
the air is wet thick and sticking to my skin
i kick the wool
walk outside
down the ave
the beach the sky

earlier I had so much on my mind and now my mind is just on nothing.
it is living up to its reputation.

i'm in the middle.
in between.

half everything

and nothing at all

Pics from the Show Saturday with Lenny Lashley

Here are some pics from the show I did with Lenny Lashley last Saturday. Photos from Matt V and Lauramom.





Lenny Lashley, Shelley Lashley, Sean Bowers

Me and Ken casey from the Dropkick Murphys. I'm representing The New Jersey Turnpike in my T-shirt.

My mom behind a guy picking his nose.

Steve Neary from Far From Finished

Rob Dewitt

Alice Cooper Supergroup 2009

Some pics from when I opened up for Alice Cooper and Ace from KISS and many many many others.

Me and Alice






Lynn Hoffman from A and E
Chad playing my guitar.
I told him he could use it if
he played "Scar Tissue".
He didn't.
Being a meat head.
Photoshopped myself onto the stage ;)

I looked outside

I saw a giant T.V. next to a highway
I looked again
It was a billboard
I wondered when they would start putting T.V.'s next to highways
I imagined it would be pretty distracting
but then again
I have a TV in my mind
and I manage to get around

life

There are so many things I accept on a daily basis
ignore their natural wonder
the awesomeness of the whole thing
walking around on a giant sphere
breathing this oxygen into my lungs
having thoughts
observing
understanding only a fraction on the entire thing
knowing that I need to put this water in my mouth and swallow it
eating food
sleeping and waking back up.
dreaming
love death
war hatred laughter
the fucking sun
a giant ball of fire burning down and giving life to everything
stars
planets
the moon
the ground
the ocean
atoms
sub atomic particles existing in 2 places at once
me existing in a hundred places at once in my head
being aware of myself
and my life
Its all so goddamn strange if I really stop and think about it
instead im worried about trivial shit
nonsense
bullshit
tickets
money
paper fucking money
imagine if half of america just decided not to agree that this paper has any real value
and chose not to accept it as a currency
because really at the end of the day and given the right situation
toilet paper is more valuable than a 100 dollar bill
instead im worried about my rent
i wonder where my landlady gets all the money for her construction projects and new tv's then I check my wallet
and her dog still barks at me and chases me to my door
but lets keep this rant positive
thats what I mean
cant get caught up in the bullshit
but once in a while I walk in the rain
and hear a really good song
and I feel ok
and I feel alright in the world
alright in the vast cloudy mist
and the mystery
and it makes sense just for a moment

Untitled

What a F$^%$ Week!

Thats all I can say. It all worked out in the end.
Sometimes it takes some real dark moments to see all the people who care about me and what I am doing.
Thanks to everyone who kept me in their hearts, minds, and prayers.
Thanks for the phone calls, emails and texts!
The last 2 DKM shows were a blast.
The way I look at it is, it was 7 shows, like the World Series. I got injured and missed three of them. I came back for the last 2. I won 4 out of 7. Thats good enough for the World Series.
Oh and by the way
Being sick in bed on a Saturday night, unable to even really speak because my voice is so gone, having had to cancel the 2 shows that day, shows that included The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, and not knowing if I would even be able to do any of the remaining shows, REALLY FUCKING DEPRESSING. Getting a phone call from The Dropkicks to come in and play guitar and harmonica on Badlands anyways and then doing it with one of the Bosstones. Priceless.

To do list.

Things to do in my life....
1. Join the Dropkick Murphys onstage for their version of the Springsteen classic "Badlands" and play the harmonica where the sax part is. CHECK!

Philly was awesome. Thanks to Matty V for driving me there and helping out backstage.

Thanks to Dropkicks for having me on the bill!
Looking forward to The House of Blues this week.

Here are a few pics from Philly.

Boston Band Crush

Boston band crush has a show crush on me!

http://www.bostonbandcrush.com/2009/03/show-crush-bryan-mcpherson-opening-for.html

Macedonian Radio

I now have Macedonian airplay. Hello Macedonia

PLAY-LIST 203“CORPUS DELICTI show” from MACEDONIAN radio 20.02.2009 (20:00h - 23:00h)
REPUBLIC OF MACEDONIA – SKOPJE – RADIO RAVEL

Intro 1. Bryan McPherson Desperate Times Fourteen Stories (CD) Indecent Music
First time playing in….Macedonia… 2. Chachi On Acid Coffee Is Good Food! Acid Flashback (CD) Duramater Productions
3. The Black Tartan Clan All For One Roots, Kilts ‘N Pipes (CD) 4Subculture Records
Web of The Week – Bolton Wonderland 4. Fago. Sepia Trois Lame Sure Ruse Mal (CD) Bolton Wonderland Records
5. Lady Jane Bulgarian Blues Bring Up The Kids (CD) Bolton Wonderland Records
Top10 Play List 6. Strongbow Never Give Up Terminal Life (CD) Vinyl Junkies
7. The Phantom Band Crocodile Checkmate Savage (CD) Chemikal Underground
8. Disco Violante Secret Society We Are Forever (CD) Not Enough
9. Eternal Tango Lady Berlin And The Acrobats First Round At The… (CDs) Selfrelease
10. Mary’s Kids Destroy! s/t (CD) selfrelease
11. Zelazowa Fade Too Elephants On A Mousehunt (CD) Serenka Music
12. Sunglasses After Dark Scream For More s/t (LP) Ufo Hi-Fi
13. The Black Marias Advertising Punk Anti-Social Behaviour (CD) selfrelease
14. Wau Y Los Arrrghs!!! It’s Great Viven (CD) Munster Records
15. Chingaleros Crap The Cut Release The Apes (CD) Munster / Beat Generation
Some News… 16. Openightmare No Buck No Fuck The Harder We Come (CD) Vegas Records
LP of the week 17. Project Hopeless Man Ar Man Valkommen...(LP) Not Enough / Tofu Guerilla / Crisipoint
18. Project Hopeless You Ignorant Bastard Valkommen...(LP) Not Enough / Tofu Guerilla / Crisipoint
19. Project Hopeless Take A Look Around You Valkommen...(LP) Not Enough / Tofu Guerilla / Crisipoint
20. Project Hopeless Flytta Pa Dig Valkommen...(LP) Not Enough / Tofu Guerilla / Crisipoint
Split 21. La Gachette Sur La Route Split with Charge 69 (CDs) Rigger Records / Combat Rock
22. Charge 69 Montreal Split with La Ga (CDs) Rigger Records / Combat Rock
Covers 23. The Bellrays - I'm Alive V.A.-Tribute to The Dogs
(2 CD) Future Now Records
Classic 24. Anti-Nowhere League Fucked Up & Wasted Scum (CD) Impact Records
Labels to Recommend You – 25. Gallara Boogaloo Con Meningite Psycotic Strumental 6chette6 Sixties Records
26. Speedball JR Laguna Beach For The Broad Minded (CD) Green Cookie Records
27. Laughing In The Face Of… Sex Punch Technically, It’s Not Our Fault (CD) 901 DB Records
28. Hello Wembley Up Great Britain Up Great Britain (CDs) Velocity Recordings
29. Yava Folcore (CD) Edge Records
30. Critical Me King Greed Promised Land (CD) Magnitude 6.19 Records
…..we love this too !!! 31. The Wednesday Night Heroes Desperation Guilty Pleasures (CD) BYO Records
32. Me For Rent Nu Civilization No Fancy Style (CD) Nerdsound / Ammonia Records
Outro 33. Zaunpfahl Punkrock Leben Ist (CD) Nix Gut
34. The Pints Dads Army The White Plague (CD) Beer Fridge Records

god by popular demand and ostrich burgers and dog bites on bedford Avenue in brooklyn

I just saw god tonight actually.
on my way home.
out of the subway
down the street
he walked right out from underneath the bridge.
he walked right past me.

24 hours earler. ..I feel this needs to be documented....
I'm walking around Brooklyn with my friend before the show
when we spy the oldest ugliest fatest dog standing outside of a store
This dog is so ugly he doesnt even look like a dog.
he looks more like a pig
naturally I decide this dog needs a pet when...
RARRRR!!!!!
the dog bites me
and i'm bleeding
and the cool kids are all staring at me
bleeding

so i went and washed it off

my friend found the owner.
the dog has had its shots

I want revenge.

I go to a restaurant and buy an Ostrich burger.
Its disgusting but I eat it because I've never had one and I'm hungry.
I wanted to get my revenge and eat a dog burger but I couldn't find one.

I'm really tired

Brooklyn What What and my favorite Indian restaurant

Some pics from Kats Brooklyn rooftop and my favorite Indian restaurant. 1st Avenue and 6th street, Manhattan. If your ever in the neighborhood...

saw god again

Saturday

I saw god on the corner again
I gave him a dollar and said “Hows it going god?”
“Doing pretty good” god said
. . .Guitar man
Its cold on Columbia road
He said “I’ve seen you play, your really talented”
Maybe in the subway a long time ago
I think god was paying me for the dollar
I said I gotta go god
“Ok take care” god said
I said goodbye

This is a true story
If you don’t believe me, you can ask god
He’s standing on the corner of Columbia Road and Dorchester Ave

Some people

Some people have the whole world in front of them and they crash right into it.

Microsoft Nazi Bomb.

I myself am quite surprised that Microsoft would opt for an advertising campaign like this. Hmmmm. . .

I can not believe this whole Michael Phelps thing.

I can not believe this whole Michael Phelps marijuana thing. I mean, clearly he is faking the whole thing. Look, Michael is so against marijuana that he pulled this whole stunt to teach kids a lesson. Just watch the video below and you can see that Michael is clearly not under the influence of anything and is doing his best to stare the nations children away from the horrors of active addiction. Come on people. Get with the program!

God is alive and swell on a corner in Dorchester.

I saw this guy on the corner today.
I see lots of people.
I saw lots of people walking by.
Nobody gives a shit.
They have headphones on.
We just walk by.
How anyone can just walk by this guy I do not know.
I gave him 2 bucks to take his picture.
This guy has more to say in this one picture than a lot of people do in a life time.

The Good old days

There's an Eels song that goes "These could be the good old days"
Either its the title or its a line in the song, but it always pops in my head when I'm having a good time.

Amish Train

Back in Oswego again.
I survived a 10 and a half hour train ride.
I was reminded of the Nazis sending people to death camps on trains cramped in like sardines, starving, thisty, dirty, afraid for days.
I found my ride relaxing compared to those conditions.
I found myself lucky to be born into a better situation.
whose to say what the future holds though. .

There was a 2 hour layover in Albany.
Albany.
Met a fellow traveler. He was living in Oregon, plays in a band and was heading to Chicago. We walked around downtown, split a pizza and headed back to the depot.
The connecting train from NYC was late. Traffic. Big surprise.

Got into Syracuse around 11. Evidently I missed a bunch of Amish people. I was hoping Shannon would keep them occupied so I could see them, but they were gone by the time I got to the station.

I've never seen an Amish person.

Todays Globe

Todays Boston Globe
http://calendar.boston.com/jamaica-plain-ma/events/show/85768680-bryan-mcpherson

noisy pipes and shitty apartments

My pipes are clanging. The pipes in my walls in my weird apartments.
I always live in weird apartments.
They are always painted strange, bright colours. I don't paint them. they come that way.
a couple of years ago I lived in Cambridge and my walls were bright neon lime green, then i moved to allston and lived in a strange attic apartment with a loft. I lived there for 12 hours before I was ruthlessly attacked by an army of bed bugs.
I moved out the next day.
a few years ago I lived in Malden in a studio apartment. I called it the broken apartment. everything broke.
The ceiling collapsed. the steam heat blew though the wall and the wall broke.
It had strange prehistoric insects. You got to see different ones every day.
The heating pipes were the worst.
It was the longest winter.
every night it sounded like there were an army of trolls with golf clubs in my walls banging on the pipes like blue man group. I'm not even exaggerating.
Then i moved back to Dorchester.
Now the walls were bright red and I had a roommate.
the walls were fine
the roommate had a bad habit of masturbating in the living room on sundays when i wasn't home.
the problem was I would come home.
it made for awkward moments. especially when i came home with friends.
I moved out.
Now I live in a studio apartment.
Its small.
I call it the boat, because its so small and the ocean is down the street.
it has the smallest bathroom and the bathroom has a plastic folding door.
I usually piss from the kitchen.
Its fun and I can do dishes or cook dinner at the same time.
its all about multi tasking these days
how can i be the most productive
i'm just doing my part
like a good american
not to get sidetracked, but my pipes are clanging again
and I need to pee
and i'm hungry
I think financial success can be marked by how loud your heating pipes are
I think
goodnight

Edge

I feel I owe some sort of explanation for myself and for people who come to my shows as to why I am quiet and have an edge before playing.
Basically because I'm nervous.
I'm preparing to play, so to speak.
I'm not thinking about small talk or drinking or having a good time really.
I kind of psyching myself up and preparing and making sure I'm ready. Inside.
anyone who has ever been to a show knows I can get pretty into it.
So, do not take it personally.

As to why I am quiet and have an edge after a show, that's another story.

The corporate terror chain restaurant of mass destruction and the girls in the hood.

The corporate terror chain restaurant of mass destruction and the girls in the hood.

I lasted 9 days at the corporate terror chain restaurant. I was a waiter.

The only thing I can compare it to is the 9 days I spent in a Holding in New Bedford.
A holding is a place where you stay in the limbo of "after detox and before a half-way house" for long term drug treatment.

The only thing I can compare The Holding to is prison. I've never been to prison, but the guys in the holding said it was kind of like that.

My first day at the Holding was a nightmare. Maybe not a nightmare. A nightmare is worse. I will say that It was a long ride from my comfy spot at the High Point Drug Treatment Program(Irony). First thing I noticed was it was in between a methadone clinic and a department of social services office. This was all in an old abandoned warehouse next to some polluted river. Everything was gray.

They brought me to the door.

On the other side of the door people were yelling. Chaos.

Afraid.
They let me in.
Welcome Mr McPherson. We've been expecting you.
Hello.
Come pee in this cup.
They take me to the bathroom.

There is a big giant mirror pointed directly at my penis.

It makes it look bigger than it is. It is "slightly bigger than average" so I've been told. For the record.

They stand behind me with a clip board.

They stare at the mirror.

"Pee!" They say.

"Pee!"

I can not pee. The pressure is too much. It takes about 45 minutes for the drips to add up to a sufficient sample.

The whole place consists of one common room, a kitchen/dining area and about 6 dorm style rooms that house about 5 or 6 people each. There are couches lining the common area and games like Connect 4, Uno, and Monopoly

It is always cold.

The AC is always blasting.

Everyone is Portuguese. Everyone in New Bedford is Portuguese and some sort of Fisherman. Everyone talks like they are Italian and in a mob movie. Everyone talks like they are tough. Some guys collect the deodorant, soap, and shampoo. The deodorant, soap and shampoo is given out in a point system. For example if you sweep the floor you get 1 blue chip. Deodorant costs 5 blue chips. Once you make 5 blue chips you can buy some deodorant.

Capitalism.

1 of my roommates has his bureau full of deodorants and shampoos that he sells and trades. He has been here for 9 months. He is the man to see for deodorant. Some say he is hiding out from the mob. He looks like it. I don't think he's doing a very good job.

Evidently a few years later the director of this program was fired. I guess you were just supposed to be given deodorant.

We go outside for a smoke break. Everyone must go out in a line and be counted. There is a large gray fence and a few picnic tables. Everything is gray. The sky is . The ground is gray. The fence is gray. The people are gray. god is gray. everything is gray and melting into one big gray. Its the grayest.

Tommy from Charlestown says "don't worry McPheeeaason I'll get your back down here too."

Back at the detox on my first night I almost got beat up and thrown out.
This place was in a wooded area and had a smoke area out back.
Wild animals would walk past. Little foxes, raccoons and skunks would roam past and look at us through the gray chain link. We watched them. They watched us. Both mildly entertained by each others presence. Most of us were doped up on either Librium, Klonadine, Methadone, or all of the above. We just sat there and smoked and thought about how our lives had turned into a stinking pile of shit.

Then the animals would walk by. It was nice when they walked by.

2 not so nice guys started luring a raccoon over by throwing bread at it. The raccoon crawled under the fence to get the bread and they were going to bash its head in with a big stick.

I said something like "oh you guys are all tough gonna beat up a little raccoon with stick." They said something along the lines of "we'll beat you up. What are you gonna do about it?"

Tommy from Charlestown said, "I'll do something about it"

They backed down. It was like a movie.

I didn't know Tommy very well. He seemed like a really tough dude. Just had that presence and evidently a reputation. I just met him, but he liked the fact that I was from Dorchester and he was from Charlestown. These other guys were from Brockton. So he got my back.

I look back to that moment as a life saving experience.

Last time I saw Tommy he was on the street.

what if's

If you start analyzing your life and all of the possible outcomes of different instances and situations and decisions it can mess with your head.

Back at the holding

smoke break is over and its time for dinner

everyone is hungry. All there is to do is eat.

There are a lot of potatoes and rice and bread

a little meat and some canned veggies

not the worst food

Some days they take us to an outside meeting during the day

we would walk in a line like a bunch of grade schoolers

everyone would stare at us

there was trash on the ground

sometimes we would stop at a playground

next to a freeway

it was hot

it was September but the sun was still there and the grass was long

and there was us

a bunch of straight up fuck ups more than lost

playing soccer and sliding down slides and swinging on swings

What a site

In the mornings they had this psycho disciplinarian. She was about 65 years old but tough as nails and really seemed to like her job. She would come into our rooms and bang on stuff to wake us up. Then we had to make our beds. She would check.

If it wasn't just right she would tear the blankets off and we'd have to start over.

This was at 6am.

then we would go to the room and sit there for a few hours til check in, then some games, smoking, and then lunch.

This was the longest 9 days.

I would say that I've had it pretty good compared to some people.

some people are in this shit for life. right now. for years.

gone forgotten lost behind walls

for real

so my 9 days at the terror chain restaurant of mass destruction and the girls in the hood.

wasn't really so bad

It was like this Holding and that's the only way I can describe it.

I do need to find a job still.

anyone hiring?

How do you give the middle finger in Boston?

Q: How do you give the middle finger in Boston?

A: You smile and wave :)

Explanation

Given that the default setting around here is the middle finger and a scowl the only way to insult someone is to either A. Smile, B. Wave, or if you really want to get them you C. Smile and wave. This really drives people crazy and will bring them to an overwhelming state of anger and frustration. This is best used when trying to cross the street, waiting tables, or walking by your neighbours. Given that my neighbour has never once even acknowledged my presence I don't use it often but since they may someday scowl or give me the finger I keep it handy.

Today I was trying to cross Columbia Road with my big-ass bag of laundry. Finally, I saw my opportunity to cross so I went for it, as usual with crossing this street I am risking my life because it is frequented by large amounts of angry hurried Massholes. So, I am trying to cross the street when a massive SUV with 2 crazed Latin women comes flying in off of Dorchester Ave. I tried to move faster but it wasn't fast enough for them. They started screaming at me in Spanish and giving me the finger. I stopped in front of their vehicle and gave them a genuine smile and wave. This really got them angry. They then whipped past me and I continued to smile and wave. They then stopped in the middle of Columbia road and continued to yell at me while I continued to, you guessed it, smile and wave. ahhh. Now if they were really in such a hurry why would they have time to stop?

Its so gratifying being so happy and friendly and it seriously pisses people off. Angry upset people hate happiness and happy people. That's why in the restaurant business they say "Kill them with a smile" Gets them every time. They also say that if a table is being an asshole and he's happens to be bald stare at his baldness. This fucks with them too, but I guess this is for some other blog, some other time, somewhere else. Hopefully somewhere warmer.

Torture Time in Tinsel Town.

This shocking photograph released today shows the recent torture of a Santa prisoner of war in a Snowman labour camp. Evidently, The Santas are forced to stand for days in a window and listen to country music christmas songs on strange devices that light up and cause involuntary checking of email. When asked about the Frosties, the Santas said "they are cold so cold". 7 news has also uncovered that The Frosties and The Snowmen are actually part of the same terror cell and aim to rid the world of alliteration. This is an aim that we at 7 news strongly object.

Up Next. . .

Blogging Bryan. Should he be allowed to do this?

Frosties spotted off the coast of Maine

Frosties were spotted this weekend off of the coast of Maine.
Residents were concerned and on high alert after last weeks brutal
attack on The Santas. The Frosties however seemed to be in good
spirits.

Never Mind America

beans and sardines

vacant seas

employment time

long lines telephone bills sleeping pills serial kills

television

internet high speed tweaker crytal web meth browser

virus scans scams

diseases species

she walked down a long hallway only to find another long hall way and at the end of that hallway god spoke and said walk back

sometimes life is the best nightmare around

sometimes nothing is something and I can't even begin to understand sub concious ness

spell check motherfucker and what do you get

I don't know

try it

or are you too fucking lazy?

so many clicks away

its easier to click only once

the ocean washed away 500 000 people

next

before electricity people went to bed

never mind america

try something else.

Santa Slaughter on Somerville Streets. 7 News Exclusive.

More violence erupted today on the streets of Somerville Massachusetts, when a terrorist attack by "The Snowmen" killed 17 and wounded 50 more "Santa's", in what appears to be the bloodiest outbreak of violence in recent months of fighting. When asked for comment, The Snowmen replied "The Santas were harboring weapons of Mass Consumption and had to be stopped". We are warning you, the images that appear on this blog may not be suitable for children. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.

Music Connection "Hot 100" Unsigned Bands

Hey Look. I'm in Music Connections "Hot 100".



Music Connection is available at major booksellers or you can read the whole thing online here http://musicconnection.com

Change?

AP - President-elect Barack Obama picked a national security team headed by former campaign rival Hillary Rodham Clinton and Bush administration holdover Robert Gates on Monday, and said he wants to consult with military commanders before settling on a firm timetable to withdraw U.S. combat troops from Iraq.

Simple

"Though the entire song is based on only four simple chords, (A minor, C, F, and G), it is considered to have a unique structure and sound, making it a top hit" - Wikipedia

Video from Oswego.

This is from the pre-show, midnight, house-jam, with Bread and Roses, Vessel, Jeff Rowe, and Goodnight Neverland. Oswego NY. Beardfest. November 2008. P.S. Its a hookah.


Don't Terrorize Me


100 Cigarettes

Viva Oswegas

Oswego is a town in upstate NY, near Canada and on a great lake. They get an obscene amount of snow up there and they have a real appreciation of music. I was told by people that have played upstate that playing music there is awesome and after this weekend, I agree.
I went up with Vessel and Bread and Roses in the Bread and Roses Van. The ride up was hilarious. I didn't know these guys very well but quickly realized we were on the same page. We stayed with Goodnight Neverland, another awesome Oswego band who are also very nice. Which also means we got up there at 10pm on Friday and weren't playing til Saturday night, so we had an impromptu house show and traded songs and sing alongs til roughly 4 am.
After crashing on the floor in my sleeping bag, we got breakfast and hung out at the house for a while. This nice dude came over and bought all of us pizza which was also really nice. There are a lot of nice people up there. Either that or I met a lot of nice people.
So, The Show.
The lineup was. . .

Goodnight Neverland
Mayflower
Vessel
Colorwheels
Bryan McPherson
Bread and Roses

Everyone was awesome. Truly a kick ass bill. The energy was amazing. Goodnight Neverland tugs at an emotion in me that's very nostolgic and 'feel good' at the same time. Mayflower was a straight up, in your face, melodic, punk band. Vessel now has singer songwriter Jeff Rowe with them and they were foot stomping, fist pumpingingly awesome. Colorwheels was a lighter indie rockish outfit that I couldn't pay too much attention to because I was getting my stuff ready to play but also sounded very good.

My set,
Possibly the best show crowd-wise I ever played. Its an amazing feeling when you start playing and the place goes fucking nuts. I played solo and on the floor. People were crashing into me and it seemed like the whole place knew the words to my songs. A bunch of guys were right up front and screaming along with me. At one point I saw raised glasses crash in mid air and glass flew everywhere. The floor was soaked and I kept slipping around. My guitar got all fucked up and I had to stop the set a couple of times to address technical issues, which was a bummer, but shit happens. Eventually Jeff Rowe gave me his guitar and I finished the set with his. Thanks Jeff!

Bread and Roses finished off the night. They too were awesome. People were square dancing and singing along and having a great time. They were having such a good time that toward the end of their set Adam, the fiddle/saw player, was hoisted up and crowd surfed while continuing to play the fiddle. He also got "Viva Oswegas" tatooed on his knee before their set.

I'm not bullshitting. Probably one of the best, if not the best shows I've been involved in. Boston, its time to step up. The bar has been set.