Consciousness is such a chore
The most absolutely terrifying night of ill thrills is here, South Texas.
Seven groups, coming together to cover their favorites for one night only.
-Lovefingers (Silver Apples) - members of: OIL
-Braineaters (Misfits) - members of: the Sad Campers / Tweenage Crisis / Dandy Heat
-Are We Not Men? (Devo) - members of: Deep Woods / the Young Maths / Belts
-Other Voices (The Cure) - members of: CUTTERS
-Wave of Mutilation (The Pixies) - members of: Japanese to English
-the Stange Gueys (The Smiths) - members of: Jungle Bodies, the Young Maths, the Collective Unconscious, Cutters
-Jesika & the Tender Buttons (Broadcast) - Jesika Kueta + more(!!)
This is going to be one of the most fun nights in the history of the human world, and will likely haunt your great great grandchildren and theirs, too, for years to come, via collective unconscious.
See ya’ll soon, freaks.
95% of the shows I announce have often been bands I’ve been working on for over the span of eight months to sometimes years. It sounds stupid, but considering where I live and where we’re coming from, it is special- and it is different.
South Texas is not like San Antonio or any other smaller city ‘on the way’ to another big touring market. It’s a smaller area that makes little to zero sense on a touring level because it is literally out of the way.
South Texas also deals with a bizarre and unjustifiably stupid narrative of ‘border wars’ and ‘cartel violence’ that is often the consequence of an intentional political talking point. One wouldn’t imagine this comes into play with something as small as ‘booking your small time punk band’ - but it does.
Anyways, I get good vibes off the shit I do. Things like this, like this show.
I worked on Lemuria for years. I doubt many down here will know about this, but hey, if it means anything to you that a dude pushing 30 takes pride in his passion ‘project’, well, shit, that might make one consider - meh, ok. Tbh, I have no interest in persuading anyone. Sorry, i’m just, being. I hate selling shit. When it feels shitty, i stop. :pauses for five minutes- edits out bad words: Ok.
Feels better now.
Also, this flyer is literally a picture of my table top. Cell phone pic of an encyclopedia of an entry I have already forgotten. Some dried out flowers I picked from the garden in my complex.