Saturday, November 19, 2005

Evan's Fingers Be Lightning, John's Drums Be a Cannon, and Kyle's Bass Blows Our Collective Asses Out

An acrid pall is hanging over our basement, thick with a loathesome doom. It smells of beer, melted tubes and fire. Like a war. Like a firefight. The whole house is hemorrhaging sound as Midnight Special rocks the revolution.


Two double-deuces of Steel Reserve is cheaper than a forty, FYI.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

The summit of void is insurmountable.
Since posting Toothpaste for Dinner comics seems to be the flavor of the week, here's one for the beat.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


Blackout '05
Beatniks in the dark.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Everyone at The Beat is losing their respective minds. Man to watch for the upcoming week: Jon.

House Neurosis Poll:
1.Jon
2.Me
3.Lee
4.August
5.Dan
6.HoneyBear
7.Harvey