My word, it’s been a hell of a week.
As you read this, I am likely stuck in an office somewhere, plugging away on a hard-hitting story about budgets and road paving and social services and all that jazz, and probably bored to fucking death, with an editor hovering over my shoulder and cheep coffee coursing its way through my icy veins.
This has nothing to do with Planes Mistake For Stars, which were awesome before they broke up. Yes — I was a fan, proud and unabashed. But I need to rant first.
I have been working my balls off. Last night, for my day job, I was up until 12 a.m. What the fuck, B-Money? That shit don’t fly in the Harris house. I can’t have my job (or blog) controlling my life…but they seem to.
Planes Mistaken For Stars’ reunion show is set for August 8, folks. It goes down in Brooklyn at the one and only Saint Vitus — this asshole’s favorite house of filth and swill.
Model Home and The Sun The Moon The Stars will also be on the bill.
We recently featured The Sun The Moon The Stars in our Readers’ Bands column, and you can check them out here.
On a side note…I’m fucking there, dude. Consider it done. Make it so. Engage.
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