Last Call

After promising for many years, I’m finally going to see my friend Tim’s band tonight at the High Dive. His group, Band from the Mall, isn't playing until 11:00. But, how could I resist when invited by the way of terribly written poetry?

The good news is we like you.
The bad news is we’re going on at 11pm.
The good news is the High Dive thinks we’re headliners.
The bad news is they think we should go on at 11pm.
The good news is our new drummer is a ninja.
The bad news is we’re going on at 11pm.
The good news is Simmons now has an Alembic.
The bad news is we’re going on at 11pm.
The good news is BFTM is back.
The bad news is we’re going on at 11pm.
We think the good news outweighs the bad.
So come on down… We’ll play your favorite song, we promise.

Lots of love,
-Timmy, Oney, Simmons, Adam & Ian

I’ve noticed that as I get older, I’ve become sort of a homebody. There are many times that I intend to go out at 10 or later and then when the time comes around, I’m usually too tired. But not tonight. I think part of my dedication to making it tonight is that Tim wrote to me and asked what my excuse would be this time. (I think I’ve used them all at one time or another).

Usually when a coworker asks you to come out to see him play you may go out of sympathy, but the band is never any good. I've heard that Band from the Mall is actually an exception to the rule. Dave Matthews meets Tom Waits.

I just hope it’s worth staying out until closing time...