12-Jan-2006

Mr. Robert’s, Madison, Wisconsin

Some one once said there’s a first time for everything—there’s a first time for puking burrito chunks out of your nose, a first time for filling up a cereal bowl full of Oreos and milk and eating until you have heart palpitations from the sugar rush, even a first time for being brutally and painfully sodomized in a Guerilla war camp in Eastern Madagascar a la Chuck Norris in that one Chuck Norris movie. Well, this was the first time we played at Mr. Robert’s. Now, we’ve all seen many an act come through the doors of Mr. Robert’s, but until January 12, 2006, it was never the three neanderthals who like to refer to themselves as Dan, Ethan, and Stosh. We played a great show and turned the heads of the regulars who get swept inside ole’ Mr. Robert’s via the four winds. They liked us a lot, and want to have us back, so, dern tootin, you’ll see us again at Mr. Robert’s. Not to sound like Johnny Sixshooter, or any other guru who might find themselves saddled with Lorenzo Llamas, but you could feel the crowd was really into it—like they were concentrating extra hard to hear each nuance, each drum fill, and each plucked string, and that kind of heightened attention really means a lot to us. It makes it all worthwhile.