Just want to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ROSE.
I played at the show, and everyone else was emo/punk. I may not be able to sing, but I had more pride, more balls in my voice than all those other singers combined. Which makes my self-esteem go up. So we weren't the best band but you know what? For not remembering my set list, and leaving it at home, and improv-ing on almost all our songs, I think Slippery Nipple held ground. Granted we, as said before, weren't bitch-sounding, and our riffs were funky like no other mother, we did ok. Good Job, Chris. Good Job, Me. Let's get to bed.