Sunday, May 29, 2011

Code Adam


a wolf pelt
tribal tattoo
white contacts
strait jacket
bottle of root beer
sequined tap pants
wizard cloak
orange jumpsuit
I'm with stupid
a court jester
powdered wig
clown paint
tuxedo
elk antlers
vampire teeth
hoop skirt
void back patch
snakeskin suit
jeweled turban
suit of armor
burlap sack
fake beard
mermaid tail
frumpy one piece
chainsaw and hockey mask
feathered mall hair
covered in hot sauce
this ain't no playground
I'm gonna die here
the babysitter's in trouble

Sunday, May 15, 2011

mark your calendars

despite a band promise not to play at the mutiny, we're playing at the mutiny. june 16th. time to get our hair done and our outfits synchronized!

2428 N. Western at Fullerton. FREE!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

The unauthorized authorized autobiography of the Blizzard Babies



I'm pretty sure it all began with Meghann and Pam, who were working together memorizing produce codes. Inspired by riot grrrl, girl groups, the classic rock station at work and cute animals, they wanted to start a band. Taylor was their boss's girlfriend and used to kick it pretty hardcore as Octagon Island, a one-woman experimental toy keyboard/drum machine group that had played really hip basement shows in the past. One night they met to discuss regional beers, feminism and high school and ultimately decided to start a band. Their first practice was scheduled for the night of January 31st. That afternoon, a massive blizzard hit Chicago. When the girls were finally able to meet up the following week, they decided to name themselves Blizzard Babies, in honor of the historic storm.

Blizzard Babies are, to keep things simple, a rock and roll band. They (Pam strumming a ukelele, Meghann plucking the bass, Taylor shredding the guitar and boy drummer Lucas going nuts on drums) love to ROCK the fuck out, which is why seemingly simple songs about things like ancient Rome and how good beavers have it end up going on for around five minutes. What they hope to express through their music is fun and excitement. If you don't like having fun, then you probably won't like it. And if you don't like it, you're probably an asshole.