everything sucks at the a-room

literally. that place stinks on ice.

matt can finally see through new frames

we tried learning a silkworm song for our show, didn’t happen. that shit is complicated

after practice i tried using my new shitty camera to take a clever photo. i figured the flash would be too bright

this gives you a better idea of what we were going for, only this one is blurry as hell

we then played at tommy’s tavern the next evening. charlotte got some gross (also blurry) yogurt

it was dewey outside

this happened. be afraid, he wants to steal you away to his land of creepy dudes

hansell made the mistake of going to the charleston “am i an idiot..?”

charlotte says this is a clueless reference

this is me watching fellow project, good band

more pictographs from matt’s basement with india 5,000. l to r is laura, cesco, and nick all listening intensely to their last take

the most accurate playback came from the headphones so we all switched off for about 40 seconds for each song

that’s how we do in the ghetto

in basements everyday is xmas

“i have a tongue”

up from the thirty-six chambers! it’s the ghost!

the part we’re looking forward to most is when we can record tambourine overdubs

lots of listening

and lots of laffs!

more shots of the ghetto rigs

on smoke breaks it was so nice out i took a few paparazzo, few not so paparazzo group photos

nick and cesco tried on various pairs of sunglasses

dischord house style

what a gorgeous day

hey matt