The Beat got an honorable mention in the Collegian's best places to party. Apparently our parties are "very chill, pants optional."

I Swore a RUMBLING OATH to Abandon My Xanga

New blog...well...it's been around. Here's the link.

Over Jordan, over home

Last night we discovered a common appreciation for black gospel music, the old spirituals and so forth. Or maybe we just feel manly when we sing that low. Anyway none of us apparently know one whole song, but one of these days we're going to have Spirituals-Hymn-sing, with maybe a late slide into Johnny Cash. The lyrics - including Old Time Religion, Go Down Moses, Glory Glory Hallelujah, 'Zekial Saw the Wheel, I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger & Swing Low Sweet Chariot - are all here.

Speaking of the south, August "I hate you all" Stafford (who wasn't man enough to wear a Chester A. Arthur for even a day) thinks the Beat should get a deep frier so we can enjoy Elvis's beloved deep fried peanut butter and banana sandwhiches.