Don't Wake The Sun Side A: Don't Wake The Sun Side B: I Think She Died
(with K. Noftle) This 7" release is hand out of 500 & comes with a mp3's of both songs upon request.
My band is playing an awesome halloween party at the wit's end bar and
grill in hillcrest. on halloween night. EVERYONE IS INVITED!!! (as long
as your 21) :( IT's FREE!!! and there will be candy....yum! and you can order food there too
here is the cool part.
9pm- the canton mudders
10pm- diana's death
11pm- my band the touchies....ya!!!!!
i will be there super early...around 830ish and i promise not to be too drunk by time we play!
the wit's end is in that little mini strip mall in hillcrest-420 robinson between 4th and 5th
cheers!
mishey
the touchies
oyeah and if your still a part of the living the next night :
11/1/2009 6:00 PM at M.T.M.G. ART GALLERY at the QUEEN BEE in north park/ ALL AGES!
3925 Ohio St (and university near 30th), San Diego
you guys should bring your new, mellow, laid-back two-piece form to san francisco for a series of quiet, reflective house shows. from what you told me about it in san diego, it sounds like it's right up your alley. i'll even provide some stools for you to sit on and some candles and crystals to set the mood.
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