Lesson to self that my idiot brain just can't seem to learn: don't eat spicy salsa con queso less than a few hours before bedtime. Dreams are, how you say, a little fucked-up. Last night was simply intense. Once my head hit the pillow, I was sucked into a whirlwind of REM-induced nuttiness complete with my baby daughter being born with a giant rat tail, kids from my high school chasing me with garden hoes and a poolside orgy of James-Caan-in-the-70's proportions. I woke up this morning exhausted. After 8 hours of sleep. Score.

No worries - I'll pull my shit together by tomorrow night's show at TT's. I'm actually excited about this show. Not the usual bullshit fake promotional "excitement" I spew on this journal before every show. ACTUAL excitement. (I'm just kidding. I never lie to you cherubs.)

I've got to say - if you're going to make it out for one Scamper show this year, this might very well be the one. Taxpayer, Harris and Violet Nine. That's a veritable murderer's row of Boston rock. It's like the NHL All-Star game except I have some idea of who any of the players are. (Time to call it an afternoon, hockey. You've taken the toothless mulleted charm about as far as its going to go. No one cares anymore, jerks.)

We first encountered Taxpayer in the first round of the WBCN Rumble this spring (refresh your mind hnyaw). Vegas had them as heavy favorites to whoomp our silly tuckuses all the way back to our momma's wombs. Then, my bass broke and Tim from Taxpayer let me borrow his and the rest is history. Well, more like "history." Local history. History in the sense that it was "something that happened," not in the sense that people actually "give a shit that we won a round of a rock and roll contest."

Anywho, since that fateful night, I have a standing appointment to buy Tim a PBR every time I see him. I'm a little broke this week, so if some of you Scamps want to deliver him a few beers from Brendo, I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today, yadda yadda. Actually, that'd be terrific - people just walking up to Tim from Taxpayer with beers all night, saying "Brendan from Scamper says thanks for the bass." It'd get him good and hammered while simultaneously making me appear to be a man of great power. Let's make this happen, Scamps.

But seriously, we had a great Rumble experience in no small part thanks to Taxpayer. They turned out to be one of the nicest groups of guys we've ever played with and oh yeah, a HELL of a talented band. You've probably heard their single "When They Were Young" all over the radio, as it's the catchiest thing in the history of the universe. They're going to be huge stars and they deserve it. Come on by and catch them while you can tomorrow night.

Sorry for the ass-kiss bonanza this morning. But it's fixin' to continue - I'll move on to our boyfriends in Harris tomorrow. Stay tuned.