A dark boogie. Instrumental, leaving room for howls later.

Inspired by a song on the old Missias’ jukebox, the rambling self-indulgent fountain of mood will be familiar to anyone who has ever spent time in a basement. Missias’ = Messiah’s?

Fun trivia fact: The song, Jesus’s Mother, from DEMONSTRATION was born two minutes after pressing stop on the Califone.

Ghosts and religion, wrestling and death, marriage and exhastion. Need to find some songs about salad dressing to share.

Take it from white kids. Only one thing to do.

Another from a spooky evening, when we all decided that we should henceforth be known as “The Count Floyd.” In typically serendipitous fashion, after we stopped this two-and-a-half minute fanciness, Scott informed us all that it had been rumored that someone had actually died in the very basement that inspired this song.

Spooooooooky!

A fan favorite, this thing really needs to be wrapped up into a burrito of loving lyrical sweetness. The title, although meaner than the original intent, has to remain. The New Real People need to write some words to allow this bell to truly resonate.