Buried Inside played the living room at Hunter Street, also known as the home of Gerry, Tobias, Emily and Ainsley, tonight. I almost thought about not going, but my better judgement screamed: "Hey idiot! House shows are the best shows! And Buried Inside in a room the size of your bedroom? You can't miss that!"

Not minutes before I would leave for the House, and also not minutes after Greg and I had discussed wanting to play this show, and being a little grumpy about our "band that doesn't play", Gerry showed up at our door to borrow my microphone.

"Hey Ger," I said, "Why didn't you and your jerk housemates ask the Literati to play your jerk show for jerks?"

"Cuz we didn't think you played shows. Bring your gear and if the cops don't show up first, you can play." was his reply.

Needless to say, Buried Inside were out of control! It was the loudest thing I've ever heard in such a tiny room, and they destroyed everyone. (In a good way.) Then This Message Will Self Destruct played, and it was Ross's last show with them. They were great. The vocals were barely audible, but it was still awesome. Feeling kind of like a jerk for not thinking of it until just before OUR band was about to play, I went home and got a bigger amp for vocals, so that hopefully people could hear me.

Our set went really well, and we played super-tight.

Just ten minutes after we finished was when the cops showed up. And we thought we may not even get to play. But we did, and the cops missed it, and we did well.

Someone make Devon not quit our band. I will pay you.

Also, on a side-note: Someone (or a collective someones) please buy me these. I need them for my collection. (need: meaning really really want. Covet, I covet them.) Think about it.. it's worth it.