I'm just about positive that no one reads this Web site ever, but my new media specialist assures me that consistency is key in maintaining it. Maybe I can prove myself wrong (or just prove that I'm a huge loser) but can I get some feedback on the setlist? Come on, if you've got no feedback on the setlist, at least call me a lose or something.

Anyway, that's an image of the setlist we just drafted for this saturday, Feb. 21's Same Old Jets show. (see prior post)
Same Old Jets is the incarnation of years of loving music with friends. Dave Heinz, the central writing force behind same old jets, and me go back to freshman year at Marist college. Dave happened to walk out of a ninth floor elevator with a girl on his arm one fateful dawn and stumbled onto me strumming a guitar alone. Within minutes we discovered that Dave could rap to me playing Sugar Hill Gang's Rappers delight, and that girls liked it!
We started hanging out here and there while enjoying the college life style and started a cover band that called 'Everyone Gets Laid.' Our steady gig was on a Monday night at a bar with a max occupancy of 47 people. We'd play from 11:30 p.m to 3 a.m. on a Monday, usually with about 47 of our friends there to party with us.
A central person through all this who's not a musician, and probably the most nefarious character who consistently emerges in our song writing is flannel rob. Two posts prior I detailed how he's going to South Korea for a year. That's why for our upcoming show at the Bullpen, which will truly be a family affair, we have planned a nostalgic set list full of songs about Flannel, mostly wrote around 2003-'04 school year.
We are working on our new album of original material we're very proud of and it's realistic that these first songs, mostly parodies of popular songs, will probably be forever dropped from our live shows and musical catalog. Most haven't been played in years, but they capture a brief moment in time that's so poignant when talking about Flannel, who true to his character, will pack up and head to South Korea for a year. While he's gone, we'll have to find a new person to write about in lyrics. Anyway it is late and I'm rambiling. As always, peace and love.