go to
www.myspace.com/jasondietz
and
www.myspace.com/twinoakproductions
We're not really a band, but if we were...........We'd kick ass! We just get drunk on PBR and record stupid songs for the hell of it.
STEPHEN SMALL--Slide, Bonafide, Soulmower, Ire, Wifebeater, TOX, Super Slick, Crown Of Thorns, Bigboynapoleon, Easy Chief
DEAN SIMPSON--The Gold Room, Wifebeater
JASON DIETZ--Forget Cassettes, Serotonin, Today Is The Day, Slide, Art Is An Enemy, Wifebeater, Seven Days Divided, Autumn Mourning, The Fluid Ounces, Del Giovanni, Menlo Park
Hi Tom Selleck's mustache! Did you know it is Tom Sellecks chest hair's birthday? Wouldn't you like a nice beard to keep you company? Oh, I would. If I had ten faces I would have ten beards!!!! Do you like jazz? Beards and jazz are my thing. Do you know if Andeas is tall? I think he is a tall and giant viking with a beard.
HEY GUYS, NICE TUNES, JUST WANTED TO STOP BY & LET YOU KNOW I THINK YOU HAVE ONE OF THE SWEETEST NAMES IV EVER HEARD FOR A BAND, I WENT TO MTSU BACK IN THE EARLY 90'S, THE SCENE WAS PRETTY COOL THEN TOO.
PEACE
An Ode (a lyric poem, usually expressing exalted emotion in a complex scheme of rhyme and meter) To…
“My Moustache”
By:
Gregorio Cortez
In these last few days before the planned “execution” of my moustache, I sit and I ponder the brief yet beautiful existence of my upper lips newfound best friend. Day in and day out they plod through this troublesome world hand in hand, ready for anything that life should choose to throw in their path.
I cannot even begin to express the happiness and joy my long lost friend has brought into my life. Whenever I am unsure of a place or situation, my moustache is there to guide me through with an awestruck dignity and deserved respect from all whom we might encounter. If ever I am faced with evil or wrong doers, my moustache holds strong and comforts me with an infallible grip, which only a moustache could know. If ever my path should stray from righteousness, I can find solace in the fact that my moustache and I exude a confidence, which can only be had by one with a fuzzy upper lip.
I LOVE MY MOUSTACHE...
If I could hug my upper lip, I would. With a ferocity and tenderness only a moustache deserves. I find myself passing many an evening combing, caressing, and fondling my moustache, treating it as an infant child, deserving of all of the love this beautiful world we call earth has to give.
I LOVE MY MOUSTACHE,
And in turn I love all of my fellow brethren whom allow their upper lip hair to roam free…free like frolicking gazelle bounding through the bush on a summers eve. I offer thanks and praise to “My Moustache”. Thank you for bringing such beauty into my life, and praise the heavens above for bringing us together. I LOVE YOU MOUSTACHE…. May our paths cross again soon.
