PUMPED

North by North End?
Am I ready for a real show?
Le Coque et les Phoques got asked to play.
I might die within the next month, or disappear from the city.

But we will be playing Monday, and that I am indeed ready for.

PUMPED.
I'll just re-post my post from locals about the noise show.
It describes my sentiments quite well.

Battledick makes me want to chew meat right off the bone, it makes me want to fuck, it makes me want to beat my chest, it makes me want to go fucking primal and it makes me want to pick an instrument and lose my fucking mind.

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MORE NOISE SHOWS
MORE NOISE
MORE NOIIIIIIIIISE.
Scribbler drilled holes in damn guitars and made the strangest noises with objects you'd never think to use.
Torso scared me and me want to cuddle with my mommy.
When you started screaming I practically fell out of my seat.
See above for Battledick.
Metalshop drove the beats into my brain.
The drummer kept getting giddy looks when he knew it was going to get more intense.
The Internet leaves me in a peaceful place, despite the technical difficulties.
I stand by the conversation I had with Derrick that being Godwin You Black Emperor.
Dog(s) of Art(s) finished the night quite nicely with stranges noises and cymbals.
(Where does the damn S go?)
The whole fucking show left me PUMPED.
I WANT MORE.
I NEED MORE.
GIVE ME MORE.
Watching my little sister beat on drums was awesome too, thanks for being great with kids Meghan.