Ocean City-- Good. Mary Prankster -- Good. Taking of pictures of Jon and Phil drinking beer while half-naked in the bed of our hotel room -- indescribable. Having to see two very pregnant women form a train with some redneck guy between them while dancing to Jayczee's "Back Dat Ass Up" -- Bad. Very Bad.
Like the professional journalists we are (really! we are!), we were entirely too drunk by the time the show began to remember anything like a set list. The show was short, delayed so we could all meet our lifetime quotas of Rob Bass.
The band opened with the first two tracks from "Blue Skies," putting more energy into the show than the audience deserved. What kind of people thrash around to canned 5-year-old rap songs, then leave the floor and stare dumbfounded for an hour while a hot chick with a guitar and a kick ass stage presence plays one of the best sets of original music we've ever heard? Dumb people, that's who.
It was kinda cool having the whole dance floor to ourselves. But during "Punk Rock Heaven," we realized it's hard to form a mosh pit with only four people.
By Mary Ellen and Dianne