Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

I spent about five hours on Sunday playing guitar with some friends until my fingers bled. No, seriously, I haven't played guitar that hard in a long time and my fingertips still ache.

Meet Trotsky Loves Mao, our three piece that should be playing at a shithole near you soon (read: Velvet Lounge). No, just kidding. Our only purpose is to have our photograph show up in the Hall of Douchebags some day. Now that's a bigger accomplishment than getting a gig at Velvet Douchelounge. At least if our picture gets posted to The Hall, we'll be seen by more than just a bartender and whatever friends we managed to drag out on a Tuesday night. Now all we need is a brick wall or some railroad tracks to pose in front of ...

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The we-love-each-other pose.


Come on, Faye, we can't be cool if someone is drunkenly smiling.


That's it, Derek. That's the face we want.


Hall of Douchebags, here we come!