HI HELLO. SORRY 2 INTRUDE ON YER REGIMENT. JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW ABOUT A FEW THINGS…
1) The new BABLAB record is done. well it’s done ish. it WILL be done. I quit my job to finish it, so it better fucking get done…
2) We have paid for mastering and artwork for the record, and we are just under halfway to being able to print 80 comic books and tapes.
3) Softside went out east a bit ago and we collectively killed about 200 honey bees. We feel awful about this. Baby Labour shares 2 members with softside, so we feel it is our duty to help pay some funds forward to help save the bees.
4) At midnight of this show i’ll be 27. Which, i think, means that i am officially no longer able to keep fucking around being a loser. Time to shape up & fuck off with my “”bad boy”” persona you have all come to know and “”love”” so dearly.
We need at least 50 bucks for the BEEZ and baby labour could use 300 to help us pay for these comic books and tapes. The Jimmy Jazz on a friday usually pays out 250 – 300 bucks to share between the bands. Here is the worst part… Baby Labour is gonna play 3 sets. we want that cash.
Best case scenario we pass a jug around the room and make 50 bucks and there are some folks there that are into the noise we make and people send their love and money our way and everybody is stoked. A more likely scenario is that we play to nobody all night and literally push out all paying customers from the bar and we get 100 bucks from Mr. Jimmy Jazz. TBH thats fine, we are still closer to our goal of saving beez and making records. Worst case scenario is that the night gets mysteriously double booked and we have to share the stage with a RHCP cover band that plays for 2 1/2 hours and we leave crying and deflated and zucked.
The 3 baby labour sets are gonna include 1 set of a slightly modified version of the thing we have been doing for the past few months. 1 set of forgotten band faves with riffs that are just gonna be stretched the fuck out. And 1 set of loud improv nonsense. Hopefully a few people will bring instruments to help us make a racket at the end of the night for this.
If any of this sounds interesting, come hang out. if it sounds bad, do anything else. if you like me but hate my music, come tell me. if you like my music but hate me, come tell me. if you think i’m a HUGE FUCC bring a trumpet or sax or drum or guitar and let me know. i love you and i appreciate everything this city has given me so far. i feel really bad asking for anything, but im asking for this anyways so woops