Don’t miss this listless track listing.!.!.!

CRADLE ROCK

1. Peanut Gringo Striptease
2. What I Was Promised
3. Marta Won’t-
4. -Make Men
5. Prozac Punk
6. Cradle Rock
7. Messianic May
8. Salmonella Fellas
9. Jai

Botany, Ice Cream, and Rock N’ Roll Blended Together: Tastes Green!

On Sunday, The Chatty Cathys played their strangest paid performance yet! Lamenting the absence of both Izzie and The Hindu Hurricane, the boys still managed to make the fat, rich South of Grand heirs and heiresses uncomfortable at the Botanical Center with a feeble set. One enormous woman even complained: I pride myself on liking ALL kinds of music. EXCEPT when it’s too loud. I liked it when you were playing the piano by yourself. That was nice. I wish there had been more of that.

Being the polite boys we are, we merely replied with quiet ‘thank yous,’ not skirting the generational gap, but embracing it and acknowledging that it will extend into perpetuity. It shouldn’t always be a cause for conflict. She’s going to eat herself to death anyways. But then again, so will we. Fuck Pioneer, McDonald’s, and Monsanto.

PROPS TO THE TOOTHLESS, BALD MAN FOR COMMENDING US ON OUR SHIT COVER OF JOHNNY B. GOODE AND FOR GROOVING AND SINGING ALONG! Chuck Berry deserves to be remembered and IS in fact still kickin.

Thanks to Jai, Addison, and Camille for being a lil ray of sunshine.

ANOTHER Lost Set: Blues in C on the Keys/ Slower Blues in C on the Keys/ Calming Rendition of the 16 Measures of Misty I Can Remember in Order to Appease the Gargantuan Sweaty Bourgeois/ See That My Grave Is Kept Clean/ Instrumental Messianic May/ A Touch of Desafinado/ Shit Version of The Entertainer/ The Simpson’s Theme/ Make Men (FULL BAND)/ The Sister Song to Lesbian Poetry’s River Song (FULL BAND)/ Cradle Rock (FULL BAND)/ Johnny B. Goode (FULL BAND)/ Glory, Glory Hallelujah with Impromptu Lyrics (FULL BAND)/ Waiting Around to Die- Townes Van Zandt (FULL BAND) etc. etc. etc.

We had to play for nearly 2 hours!

Sincere thanks to Elvin for setting the gig up, though. As much as we may enjoy complaining about such an audience, the money will go a long ways towards the record and we always enjoy playing, even if we’re bickering.

Mantis Pincers Release Rub-down

Our set was a little abbreviated last night due to some last minute whiskey guzzling and the AWOL Hindu Hurricane. I started the set with some solo piano-balladry (SORRY EVERYONE!). I’m not sure it went over too well, especially considering I was a touch drunk and dabbling with nonsense and talking incessantly. After I started playing “Misty” and joked about it and stopped, one friend even considered yelling: I DIDN’T KNOW I’D BE SEEING MAX WELLMAN TONIGHT!

After the failed attempt at singer-songwriter affair, the rest of the band joined me on-stage for a short set. Sorry to the boys for losing track of time! It was still a riotous and crazy show, though. Mantis Pincers and The Seed of Something both blew the space to smithereens! We’ll miss ya’ll.

 The Lost Set: Messianic May/ 30 seconds of Misty/ Who Are You Beating In Your Bedroom, Ben?/ Let It Be interlude/ See That My Grave Is Kept Clean/ School for Misunderstood Feral Girls Medley (Cool Girls, The School of Rock Theme, American Feral, Misunderstood)/ What I Was Promised/ Cradle Rock (feat. Dave Olson and Phil Young on cowbell!)/ one minute of Summer Babe (feat. Wil Foley)

The rock n roll train rolls onward today with a gig at the Botanical Center Ice Cream Social and further “Cradle Rock” work in Ames with the infallible Phil Young!!!

For a Fanny~ John “Big Balls” Keats

To whomever it may concern,

I write at first at you to woo

I ride in second, the roll I choose

The poll ensues, my bid is up

I’ve given up my golden butt.

Oh! my golden butt, my golden butt.

If e’er I even were to cup

A single cheek in sacred strut

A frozen flank, a colder cut

To knead the dough of the dumper rump!

To take my plow to the plumper bump!

‘twould make my swollen gut erupt

yet, I’ve given up my golden butt

For my fanny yearned for the words too much.

- John “Big Balls” Keats

P.S. What the fuck is up with this Bright Star shit, anyways? I’d rather be listening to #1 Record or Radio City than watching this boring shit…