“Sooo, FOCUS, group. Feedback on the show, one at a time- how’d we do?”
“I couldn’t really hear the trumpet at the beginning.”
“Hey look, Sarah’s here.”
“OK I’M DRESSED, I LOOK LIKE A HUMAN-”
“Oh, I could totally hear it. Super Loud.”
“A REAL HUMAN BEING-”
“I have definitely never heard the vocals like THAT. It was kind of scary.”
“arealhumanbeing DESPITE THE FACT THAT I’M STILL DRUNK!”
“Sarah really is drunk, isn’t she?”
“WHO CAN I FIGHT?”
“What did she say?”
“AWWWW FUCK ME!”
“It looks really good when you say that with half an eyelid down.”
“WHAT IS DRUNK? WHO IS SOBER?”
“Don’t you guys have a writing party going on? It’s Sunday.”
“Yeah, but I think it was cancelled today.”
“How long has this been going on? Thanks for the invite.”
“Oh, well now you’re invited. Jason goes, he’s not even a writer.”
“Yeah, I just go there and take off my pants and jack off.”
“Yeah, he does do that an abnormal amount.”
“It’s quiet, I can just jack off in peace.”
“Well, the sound of jacking off is the original beat isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s very percussive.”
“Helps the work ethic.”
“Some people play jugs, I just play the-”
“That is how music started, isn’t it?”
“Yeah Mozart or something was like having a good time, and you know…”
“Well, first there was the heartbeat, THEN the beat-off.”
“Of course Jason, the romantic.”
“SOOOOO, again, one at a time, how’d we do last night?”
“WELL I WAS FUNNELLING PBR’S”
“Is that how bad it was?”
“Funneling them INTO MY EARS! I WASN’T LISTENING TO SHIT!”
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So yeah, SFSF ate brunch with Peach Pit Sunday, August 12th. It was the day after their show at Precinct in Somerville. I wasn’t funnelling PBR’s- at least not into my ears- and I’d say it went well and I definitely heard Louis’s trumpet. Jason, Louis, Hannah, and a third Waxman named Sam gave us an impromptu show afterward. I can’t post it here, so I put it on the SFSF facebook page. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Sanfranciscostreetfighter/269083733191512
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