A group of uniforms crouch silently outside the wooden door.
We knew it was coming, but you dont realize that its not over laugh the four young men inside, aware of the looming silence. With their breath hanging in the air longer than it should, they know this is just the beginning.
What they had started they knew they could never stop. This music has coursed through their veins their entire lives, but it has taken this long for them to find each other. Once underground, these men began building a collective of songs that they were sure would, one day, reach the people. Once the raw, powerful sounds of their rock music had kissed the ear of the listener, a new comrade had been made. Lyrical honesty mixed with the harsh sounds of the band was enough to attract an army. Assembled only recently and active only a short time their progress has not gone unnoticed. The evidence of which is standing behind the door.
With a thunderous clap the door comes down, and the uniforms stare into the eyes of The Stickup.
dropping off some love and wishing you a happy thanksgiving
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Hey Guys.....saw you play in Hamilton a while ago and you guys blew my mind....best live band Ive seen in a while.... Keep it up....check out our tunes...they are mellow but chill.... all the best in 2009 BK
ahaha that's a picture i took of my friends two years ago, that you guys just happened to sneak into :) i thought it was super funny. i love ya'll. and i miss you.
i went to the pittsburgh show also All my friends wer like SILVERSTEIN only reason i went was you guys ONLY iw as like WOOOHH i even got pictures it was one of my happiest days