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Happy New Year!! We hope you had an awesome holiday season. 2006 was an amzing year for Honeycreeper, and 2007 will be even bigger. We just wanted to mention that the video for "The Man" won a contest over at Brickfish. Woo Hoo!

We're pleased to welcome Igor Stolarsky into the Honeycreeper family. Igor will be playing guitar and has already taken us to the next level, musically. Igor is stepping in after our previous guitarist decided that he couldn't be away from his girl friend he had been dating for three weeks and left us in the middle of our national tour back in August. After a near beating of the former guitarist at the hands of El Mustango and a visit from Iowa's finest ("the so-called men in blue" - thanks CrazyEyes for that quote) Honeycreeper decided to finish the tour as a guitar-less trio. We had an amazing time... Anywho, all's well that ends well, and we're very psyched to have such a talented guitarist as Igor on board. Plus, his name is Igor and that's just cool...

Happy Thanksgiving!

We had an amazing time last night at the Thanksgiving Throwdown at Valentine's in Albany. It was great to see the placed packed to the gills and everyone having fun. It was especially fun because we got to share the stage with some our favorites: The Flaming Tsunamis, The Fad and, of course, Public Access. The show was off the hook! Thank you if you were there. and thanks to Jay from PA for putting it all together.

Buster also had some fun while we were at the show. He met some new friends and got tagged. Luckily for us, we love grafitti. And, we should also note that this isnlt the first time Buster was tagged. When we played with The Designer Drugs in Johnstown we came out to find SLAYER scrawled on the side of Buster. Again, luckily for us, we love Slayer. I'm not sure why, but in a moment of stupidity, I removed the Slayer tag. But, I will not be removing these latest tags. Fuck Giuliani and Bloomberg!

In addition to the amazing Thanksgiving Throwdown, yesterday was also my birthday. Got some sweet new army green Converse All-Stars from my beautiful wife and Sean got me the new Dragonforce album. Rawk!

I know you all enjoy immense pleasure from having Honeycreeper get freaky with yo' earholes. Well, now you can have us get freaky with yo' eyeholes, too. That's right-- our first video "The Man" is finally done and ready receive visual stimulation and pleasure. And I made this little graphic for it, so you gotta check it!!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006 (4:35 PM) -- El Mustango

So, we're back home, safe and sound. And very sad. We had an absolutely amazing time and we wish we could just stay out on the road playing every night. But, we're also very happy because we had an insanely fun time, got to play a lot, and got to meet so many tremendously cool people. So, let me take a moment and offer some thanks:

Big Ups to Buster, the real powerhouse behind Honeycreeper! Although some air conditioning would have been nice...

Make sure to ask Sean about his Mongolian Throat Singing.

Thanks to the people at The Hits show at the Longbranch Saloon in Knoxville who kept Mandy from falling off of the balcony after her solo on that rickety table.

And I would like to would like to extend a personal thanks the Oskaloosa Police Dept for not arresting me...

Sunday, August 13, 2006 (11:35 AM) -- El Mustango

Summer National Tour 2006 Blog VI

Oh man! Last night was insane-- so much fun. The place where such intense fun took place was The Third Street Dive in Louisville, KY. The crowd was absolutely amazing and super supportive. The bartenders were super cool and the owner breathed fire!! It doesn't get any cooler than that. Thanks for an amazing time!!

After the show I strolled around the neighborhood looking for a place to get some good, cheap food. I found Zap's, and had one of the best double cheeseburgers of my life. If you're in downtown Louisville, you must stop at Zap's. Plus, they make their own potato chips there- freaking tastey!!

So, I'm walking back to the club, minding my own business and eating my chips, when two drunk frat boys approach. One of them asks me where Liberty Street is. I tell him I don't know, because I don't live here, and he says: "I don't a shit where you live! Just tell me where Liberty is!". So, I guess I'm feeling a bit froggy so I decide I'm not going to let this go. So I get right in his face- my nose is literally about 2 inches from his- and I say "I'm awful sorry I don't know where Liberty Street is, but maybe you would like some of these wonderfully delicious home-made chips?" and I shake the container at him. He looks down at the chips, then back at me and I can tell he's feeling a bit confused. "I don't want chips!" he snaps back. "Listen," I say, "just because I don't know where Liberty is, don't take it out on the chips. They're delicious! You must try one!" and I take one of the chips and jab it into his lips. He takes a step back, now really freaked out but still trying to be a tough guy and says, "Fuck your chips! I don't want any!". So I step back and I get all dramatic and spin around and throw my hands in the air and say, "Listen up, mother fucker! I'm from NY and in NY when someone offers you some delicious freshly made potato chips, you do not turn them down! Now, if you want to battle, I will go over to my bus and grab my piece and we can battle!" His friend grabs him by the shoulder, and with terror in his voice says, "Dude, let's get outta here. This guy's from NY and he's got a gun!!" They quickly turn on their heels and start boogying down the street. "I really can't believe you won't try one of these chips! They freaking wonderful!!" I shout after them.

I turn around and one of the people from the club is standing there, shaking his head, having witnessed the entire incident. "Chip?" I ask. He takes one. "They really are wonderful," he says...

As we're driving through downtown Lousiville later that night a car pulls up next to us and the driver tells us we're dragging a broom or something. "A broom?!" Mandy asks? "Well, something with a handle like broom" he shouts back. I hop out and go around back of the bus. Sure as shit, there's a broom! I had thrown one in the back of the bus to keep things tidy, and (one in a million shot) it fell through a hole in the floor and was dragging behind. Oh, silly broom!

Saturday, August 12, 2006 (11:35 AM) -- El Mustango

Summer National Tour 2006 Blog V

Shows have been going great. On Tuesday we played at a great all-ages venue in Michigan, called the Ground Sphere. Great crowd, super nice venue, great stage with a great PA and a great engineer (who has a great daughter to assist him). The owners were super nice, fed us great food and drinks. The show was a ton of fun. What more could you ask for? Oh yeah, I guess I could do without Seth's father calling me to request Seth's amp back (wtf?!). I guess they assumed with Seth quitting, Honeycreeper would just go home. They couldn't be more wrong. We've decided to finish up the tour sans guitar. And, really things have been going great...

On Weds we played at The Waiting Room in Chicago. Fun show, cool people. Thanks to our homie John for letting us stay at his place. On Thursday we played at Downtown Records in Lafayette, IN. Another very cool venue. Def recommend this place to all you touring bands looking for rad all-ages places to play. And Friday it was on to the Black Sheep Cafe in Springfield, IL, another cool, all-ages venue.

Sean has been entertaining us with his Mongolian Throat Singing. He's getting quite good at it, actually. So far, Buster has been performing like a champ, too. Except for a non-working air conditioner and the blown fuse to the cigarette lighter (which means no inverter to recharge of cell phones, etc- thanks to Seth who tried to power his hot-pot to cook ramen).

BTW- I've been writing these blogs as this shit all happens (refer to the date at the top of each entry). However, I can only post them later when we find wireless internet access. So, if there's anybody out there reading and you've noticed the lag, now you know why.

Monday, August 07, 2006 (2:35 PM) -- El Mustango

Summer National Tour 2006 Blog IV

Touring is still rad!
We're still having so much fun!!

OK, so now it's getting interesting. Yesterday, we played in Oskaloosa, IA, a very small college town, in the middle of cornfields. Since the police chased us out of Omaha at 4am, we decided to just drive to Oskaloosa. So, we ended getting there at like 11 am (about 7 hours before the club even opens). So, with time to kill, we start exploring this small town, including their mall, which consists of JC Penny (the smallest JC Penny's I've ever seen), Radio Shack, a store called "Wood N Stuff" and about 5 other stores. After taking the five mins required to explore the mall, we found a pretty sweet coffee house, with free wireless and great chocolate shakes. It was named Smokey River and if you're ever in Oskaloosa, I def recommend.

So we're hanging out in this coffee house and, long story short, Seth (our guitarist) loses his mind and decides he's going home. Now, I would love to give you the details and explain to you how it all went down, but IÃ¢ve decided to take the high road and just leave it alone. If you're interested in knowing what happened, just ask one of us sometime, we'll fill you in. In a nutshell, after a lot of crying (on Seth's part), his mother calling me up and bitching me out on the phone (wtf?!) and police involvement, Seth left us in the middle of Iowa and in a pickle (I love that saying)...

Sean, Mandy and I are in shock. However, since we're already here and the show is now only about two hours away, we decide to play without him. We chose five songs that we think we can rock without guitar. So we get into the venue, the three of us load all of our gear up to the second floor venue, and we run though the songs. It's a bit shaky, but we're past the point to turning back. The other band (Stanwood Charlie- who were awesome and super cool guys) shows up, the doors open, and the kids pile in. Sean, Mandy and I all look at each other, I count off "Shelly" and we're off...

And that's when things start getting really crazy, because the crowd absolutely goes ape-shit. Mandy and Sean and I look at each other again, this time with smiles starting to form on our faces. We launch into "Pink" and they go even nuttier. "In the End", "The Man" and we finish with "Unwelcome Guest". That night, we sold more merch then every other night on the tour so far combined. Then Standwood Charlie proceeds to rock the place out. It ended up being a standout show, on a tour that (we feel) has been full of standout shows. Now, that's the power of rock and roll!!!

So, big huge thanks to Standwood Charlie who were awesome, the kids who were at the show and who were so supportive and bought so much merch, and to the Backroom in Oskaloosa for having us.

And to Seth, all we can say is: Have a nice life, Loser. GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!

Sunday, August 06, 2006 (1:55 PM) -- El Mustango

Summer National Tour 2006 Blog III

I can't believe that I get to do this. Touring is so much fun. I feel like a modern day Pirate. So awesome...

Yesterday, after fleeing the crime-riddled cesspool of Kansas City (Seth has a very low IQ) we played in Topeka, KS at a venue called The Boobie Trap. Interesting, to say the least. We had a great show, met some great people, and had many beers (which is rare for us, since we play mostly all-ages, alcohol-free venues). Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get my picture taken with Mrs. Boobie Trap, since she wasn't there. To understand why this upsets me, think about the name of the venue and then check out The Boobie Trap's myspace...

Last night was the MusicPlex in Omaha. Another very cool all-ages venue. Furthest west we're playing, and the furthest west any of us have ever been. 1300 miles from home. The show was great- we hit the stage and it was like an explosion. The kids were very enthusiastic- and also a bit over-sexed. Afterwards, we signed CDs, t-shirts, boxer shorts, bras and body parts. That's very weird, but quite amusing. Gypt rocked faces and thanks to Allen from The Greenpath for letting us stay at his place. Of course, he had a cat (Mandy is super allergic) and when Mandy and I attempted to sleep in the bus, the cops showed up at 4:00 am and chased us away... Then I had diesel shoot all over me at the pump and that sucked... The worse part was listening to Seth whine about how tired he was. What a baby...

Friday, August 04, 2006 (11:05 AM) -- El Mustango

Summer National Tour 2006 Blog II

Had a great time playing with Math the Band (as always) and Superfun Yeah Yeah Rocketship on the 2nd in IL. Big thanks to Corey and roommates for letting us stay at his place after the show. IL was a trip-- very, very flat and a lot of corn. Quite different than upstate NY.

The next night we play at The Ice House in Kansas City, MO. This is a pretty new, all-ages venue and is actually a video soundstage. I think because it is pretty new, there wasn't a huge crowd, but it is a very cool venue. If you're in a tour band looking for an all-ages venue to play, def contact the Icehouse. And if you live in Kansas City and you're not hanging out at the Icehouse, what the hell are you thinking?! Kansas City seemed really a really cool city. Of course, our guitarist made up some ridiculous statistic claiming that Kansas City was one of the most dangerous cities in the US. Not too bright, that one... It was sweet playing with The Cowtown Playboys-- an excellent rockabilly band (whose upright bassist also plays bass with The New Amsterdams). Thanks for the hairgrease fellas!!

August 1st, 2006 (9:53 am) -- El Mustango

Summer National Tour 2006 Blog I

Touring is rad!
We're having so much fun!!

Meeting a ton of great people and playing with a bunch of great bands. Mad props to the peeps at the Shepardstown Train Station in WV and the peeps at the Mr. Roboto Project for esp standout shows. It was great sweating with you!! The Poison Room show was interesting-- I think Mandy woke the crowd up when she leaped off the hjigh stage, leaped onto the even higher bar and played her solo for Unwelcomed Guest up there, then leaped of the even higher bar they leaped back onto the high stage to finish the song. That's rock and roll...

Show with Math the Band tomorrow. Kick ass!!

Tomorrow we head out on our first national tour. Very excited. I will try to keep you up to date with what's happening while we're on the road. Rock!

Yesterday was the end of our small northeastern tour with our good pals Pinstripe Melee. It was so much fun seeing them kick ass every night and getting to goof around with them. Highlights include The Honeycreepers kicking The Pinstripe Melees' asses in bowling at the second to last show with them in Islip, NY (they will claim they didn't even know that we were squaring off- but they lost nonetheless), stabbing them repeatedly with our blow-up Pirates of the Caribean sword Mandy got in her Happy Meal, having Adam play trumpet with us a bunch during LandMind, shouting "show me your nipples" at them and having them comply (in downtown Poughkeepsie, of all places) and talking Adam and their drummer Mark into snorting Ramen seasoning (all we had to say was "you would snort that Ramen seasoning if you were cool" and give them a HC t-shirt. Mandy also snorted Ramen seasoning, so that she could get a PM shirt). Ahh, those silly Pinstripe Melees. We had such a good time with those fellas, and we're really gonna miss them!

Just wanted to quickly comment that the last few weeks have been incredible for Honeycreeper. Weekend before last, we had an amazing pair of shows-- the first was at Trinity Church on Lark Street in Albany. We got to play with some great bands- Pinstripe Melee (who we will be doing a small run of shows with in July), Hollywood Funeral (who are always a ton of fun and get better and better every time I see them), Kicking Sicily, and our homies and one of the best bands touring today, Public Access. Dan from Hollywood Funeral and Adam from Pinstripe Melee got up and joined us on LandMind with trombone and trumpet (respectively) and I don’t think the song has ever sounded as good. It was great to see such an amazing crowd (special shout-out to Kate and posse, and Joe who came all the way from Oneonta). SUPER FUN!!!

The following day we played at the Big Orange Bonanza, and got to see Public Access and Hollywood Funeral again (which was sweet), along with about 40 other great ska, punk and indie bands. Highlights included Flaming Tsunamis (one of my new favorite bands) and their insane “Robots vs. Zombies” pool noodle showdown, The Naked Citizens, World/Inferno Friendship Society and Westbound Train. It was great to see so many awesome bands and get to hang out with many of them, too. Thanks to Adam from PM for helping us with merch and for joining us for a second time in LandMind, and BIG UPS to Gabriel from the Naked Citizens and all the BOB Crew for making the show happen.

This past weekend, we shot our very first video. All I can say is that it was absolutely one of the coolest things we’ve ever done. Seven different (and very cool) locations all around NYC- Harlem, The Meatpacking District, Central Park, Times Square, rooftops, etc, etc. But, hands down, the best part of the whole experience was working with director/producer Kevin Custer of Toaster in the Tub. We are humbled and amazed by his talent. Not only is he a freak of nature behind the camera, but Kevin is also extremely cool, super nice and riotously funny- really he’s the complete package. So ladies who are reading this: do yourself a favor and get to know Mr. Custer! He even sweet talked a pair of transvestites and fed a homeless person. We’re just a bunch of dorks, but we have no doubt that Kevin will make a truly SICK video. I suspect a lot of bands we are friends with will be reading this, and all I can say is this-- if you’re looking to make a video, go to Kevin. And even if you’re not looking to make a video, scrape together the $$$ and go to Kevin. Kevin is now part of the Honeycreeper Krew. He’s our brother…

And of course we can’t forget these other standout shows-- Tulip Fest, The Nightmare House in Oneonta, Syracuse Ska Show at the UFC Underground, Sad Café in NH and the Falcon’s Nest in CT (our home away from home). Everyone who put on these shows and everyone who came out to the shows- thank you so much. You mean the world to us and we thank you for being you!! It’s great being in band, because of you…

Summer National Tour is shaping up. If you have any suggestions of all-ages places we should play, please let us know!

"Robots defeat Zombies", MY ASS! The only true loser in that battle was my glasses...

I have determined that John Gibson of Fox News is a demonic andriod who is under the direct control of Satan himself. Actually, so is the rest of Fox News...

Goddam those Star Wars cartoons rock. They've been showing a short each day this week, but i missed em all, because they were short. Cartoon Network was being awesome tonight and showed all of em at once. It was the tits, and I think in like half an hour they're showing 5 more. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta...

Unrelated but equally important...

The Beefaroni® Experiment

From the 4 people that have checked out my revolutionary site, there's already much controversy surrounding this experiment. For those of you unfamiliar with the it you can read my first entries, but in short, i dont know whether to eat my Beefaronis with a fork or a spoon. Or at least i didn't until i did a little experiment. Anyway everyone else i ask knows right away what to use they eat theirs. Sooo....

Id like everyone to post their thoughts on this entry about whether you feel Chef Boyardee® Beefaroni® should be eaten with a fork or a spoon.

Heyya!!
I started working on the Beefaroni lab, and while i promised you great things... i am infact a liar. No worries, ill do it eventually, but come on, i havent even done my real AP Bio labs yet. What do ya expect?

Anywho...

Today is Friday and I got out of school at 11:00. This is good, for several reasons. The first reason is, well, I HATE SCHOOL!!! The second reason this is good is becuase of the Kids in the Hall. This is undoubtedly the funniest show in existence, but unfortunately Comedy Central now airs it at 2:00. Back in the good ol' days (circa 6th grade) it was on at 2:30) so i was usually home in time to see it. One time i went to Florida with my dawg Kiser while the KITH were on the North American tour and they were at Universal Studio the night we were there. We didn't get to see em, but it was still awesome.

DEAR GOD ITS ON AGAIN!!!!!

So if you havent seen this hilarious sketch comedy, apparently it now airs on Comedy Central at 2 and 230 every weekday, but if you cant catch it like me heres a nice intro KITHfan.org.

Mom?..............It was fuckin' good ham.

life is good

For the past couple of weeks I've been burning my french toast sticks (you know, the kind they have in the frozen food aisle next to the waffles). I really, REALLY like them and this has made me sad, especially since I am mad poor and only buy french toast sticks when they are on sale at the grocery store. The trick is to get them with just the right amount of crunchiness on both sides, which is really difficult because when you put them in the oven you can't neglect them. At precisely 2minutes and 37 seconds you must turn them over (this is after you have your oven fully preheated...seriously dont even try this with a non-preheated oven), then you must let them cook for 2 minutes and 12 seconds. I did this today and they were perfect. This is the Murrays brand of french toast sticks (the plain, NOT the cinnamon), just in case you want to try this at home.
Your Friend,
Mandy

Being a musician in a touring band, we are constantly assaulted with questions from the press (in my head). One of the most asked questions (in my make-believe fantasy press conference) is: “Who influences you?” Well, I can final give you a definitive answer to that question- and not just in words, but in sound and vision.

From The Vaults of Sean's Xanga... Monday, November 17, 2003

Evening! Its only like 5 oclock but its already dark out. Anyway I just created an account and started this website becuase there was a matter of dire urgency I just investigated. That and I saw this kid Billy's page today and thought itd be fun. So.......

I was sitting around online this afternoon talking to my friend Dave about vegetarianism. It was quite the heated debate and it made me quite hungry. I wandered into my pantry and only to find several mouthwatering cans of Chef Boyardee's Beefaroni. Im sure you all know what Beefaroni is and if you do not, you have my condolences. But if you dont know what Beefaroni is, go away, youre not like me, so youre probably bored reading this.

So as I was nuking my delicious Ronis, I opened the silverware drawer, but much to my own dismay I did not know what to get. Did I want a fork or a spoon?? This may seem like a simple question to some. Im sure most of you know without a shadow of a doubt what the proper untensil for Beefaroni is, but I did not. Perhaps its due to the fact that my father has been known to eat ice cream with a fork which has thrown my whole world of untensil association up in arms. Or could it be my love of sporks distorting the lines of reality in my mind?

Maybe no. We all know Spaghettios are eaten with a spoon. And while with much effort Raviolis can be eaten with a spoon, a fork is clearly the correct untensil. But what about Beefaroni? Lasagna? Tortellini? or even Twisteroni? Seldom are Chef Boyardee's foods anything other than grey area and that is why I am here. I hereby promise to all of you that I will eat several servings of all of these deilicious, delicious foods, until I know whether they should be eaten with a fork or a spoon.

So you can sleep well tonight, knowing that I will be there searching for the answers to these important life questions.

Now for a totally random thought…

Just a few mins ago I was folding my clean laundry- it was all socks and underwear- and it made me remember a little incident that happened to me many, many years ago…

The day started just like any other- I woke, showered, brushed my toofez, combed my hair, sprayed on my deodorant, put on a pair of clean silk boxers, dressed, had some breakfast and was out the door to school. But, something was different- something was wrong, horribly wrong…

Through the first few hours of the morning, randomly and with out any provocation, I would experience a very quick, sharp, painful jabbing sensation to my scrotum. Sometimes when I sat down I would feel it, sometimes when I stood. Randomly- when I shifted in my chair, or walked down the hallway. It didn’t happen a lot, but, really, even experiencing a sharp pain to the scrotum once is too often. I was confounded, and confused, and scared. Was something grabbing my short and curlies and ripping them out? Was I developing some weird, testicular ailment? I never had a V.D.- was this what crabs was like? At first, I only experienced the unpleasantness once in a while. But as the morning progressed, it happened more frequently, and I began it panic. What was going on down there? My boys-- My poor, poor, boys?!!

Finally, I could take no more; the small, concentrated stabbing sensation I felt in my scrotum was all I could think about. I was sweating bullets and felt nauseous. I must have gone pale, because my buddy Ben asked if I had seen I ghost. I was in constant fear of being shocked with pain, and I feared my testicles were in mortal danger. I leapt from my chair in biology class and bolted from the room. The teacher called after me, asking where I was going, but I paid no heed. I was panicking and decided before I headed to the nurses office, I had better examine my goods myself. I made a beeline towards the gym locker room, where I knew I could find a private stall. My pace quickened- I was nearly running- and the entire time the stabbing sensation increased in frequency. My God! What was happing to me?

I reached the bathroom, and promptly dropped my drawers. I felt all around my scrotum and didn’t feel anything unusual. I checked again and again, but there was nothing. And the sensation had stopped. What was going on? I wondered. My hysteria began to fade, and I realized how embarrassing it would be to have to explain this all to the nurse, so I decided to go back to class and see what happen. I pulled up my silk boxers and pants and headed out of the locker room. But, instantly the stabbing pain returned. Alright! This was getting ri-dosh-darn-diculous. I turned around and went back into the stall. I dropped my drawers and examined myself again. Nothing. I was confounded. I was confused. I was nervous, and scarred, but mostly I was pissed. WTF?! I began pulling my pants up again when something gleamed and caught my eye. I peered down for a closer inspection, and that’s when I finally discovered what was causing me so much pain…

In my boxers was a pin. Apparently, these boxers had a rip in them and my mother had pinned the rip so she could mend it. I know that sounds weird- mending a pair of boxers, but these were silk boxers and they had cost like $25.00. So, my mom had decided to sew the rip up, and had done a fabulous job, truth be told. However, she had forgotten one crucial, final step- to remove the pin. So, all morning, randomly and without notice, I was being stabbed in the scrotum by this pin. I guess I could have been furious at my mother for causing me so much pain and anxiety. But I was mostly just relieved. My boys would be just fine. And, as that relief washed over me, I actually had to laugh.

Later that day, I found a dryer sheet up my pant leg. Oh mom, you really got me…

Ahh, winter… I love how in winter my skin is as dry as a popcorn fart (thanks dad, for that saying) and causes me to constantly itch. Last night, we played a show at a college out in CT. This was quite some show. We were sandwiched between not one, but two(!) cover bands. That hasn’t happened in quite some time. We haven’t played with any cover bands in I-don’t-know-how-long, but last night we played between two! It was great (sarcasm)-- we got to hear Cheap Trick’s “I Want You to Want Me” twice! Which is good, because hearing just one cover band play that song isn’t nearly enough (sarcasm). Luckily, we did get to play with the always rockin’ Boston band, Gone Baby Gone. We played with them in the spring in Albany at The College of St. Rose. Being able to listen to them rock out, def eased the pain of two cover bands.

By the way, in case you’re not on our mailing list (and you really should be, I mean- you’re reading this here random thought, you free loader, the least you could do is join our mailing list) I just wanted to officially let everyone know: Elbow Macaroni: You’re Dead To Me. It knows why!!

It’s so uplifting to receive positive feedback from a fan. It’s esp nice to know that millions of Honeycreeper fans obsessively log on to the Internet (also known as the World Wide Web, an interconnected system of computer networks that allows the digital transfer of data to and from remote locations, more commonly known as The Global Village), passionately point their browsers towards this page and hungrily ingest every morsel that is a random thought. Now, I must confess that I've never really trusted the Interweb. I've always seen it as a coward's tool. Where does it live? How do you hold it personally responsible? Can you put a distributed network of fiber-optic cable "on notice"? And is it male or female? In other words, can I challenge it to a fight? These troublesome questions have plagued the Internet since its inception, to say nothing of all the phreakers using their 28.8-baud modems to hack the Pentagon with their Prodigy accounts (I know all this highly sophisticated, cutting edge techno-jargon is undoubtedly very confusing to you, but please bare with me as I’m about to start talking about myself and my band again). But, when I receive such intense praise from a fan via email communication and it’s about something on our website, how can I not trust it? Here’s the praise I’m talking about:

Hi El Mustango,

I just spent the last half hour happily perusing your website instead of
the massive amount of work I should be doing. I thoroughly enjoyed your
random thoughts and it made me realize how much I miss you! I am glad to
know that Honeycreeper is doing well. The new recording sounds awesome!!!
A custom drum set...? How exciting! Well, I have 6th graders invading my

room. I guess it's back to the grindstone...
Love you,
Shari Cannons : )

Interesting side-note: Shari Cannons is this female fan’s stage name. She’s a retired porn starlet and former Honeycreeper groupie who’s now a 6th grade math teacher, so obviously she doesn’t want her current employer, the children she teaches or the children’s parents to know about her previous life. Her real name is Carrie Shannon…

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Wow. I can't believe how long it's been since the last random thought. When we initially decided to have this page (what is essentially our blog) we hoped that this would be a forum where we could open up a little bit and give you, the listener, a small glimpse into the perverse inner-workings of our minds while (hopefully) entertaining you at the same time. We swore that we wouldn’t just write something just for the sake of writing. There are too many other people out there on the interweb that do that already. Unfortunately, that also means that sometimes there might be a lull in the posting of random thoughts, because we have entertaining or insightful to share with you. It also doesn’t help that Sean is too lazy to write and Mister Fisher apparently doesn’t know how to write...

We have been very busy, though. Please check out our NEWS page (we call it "the skinny") to find our about some of the things we've been up to.

And, although we hope to be insighful and entertaining, it is also important to us to be educational. So, I thought I’d let you in on a little piece of technology that I think has the potential to be pretty popular. The device is called an iPod. It’s made my Mac and it stores MP3s. It’s basically a tiny hard drive that you can store hundreds or thousands of songs on a listen to anywhere. I think this gadget will be a big success. The cool thing is, there are these shows that you can download called “Podcasts”. They’re like little radio shows that you can download onto your iPod and take with you to listen to whenever you like. We’ve been featured on a few such podcasts: Heavy Syrup (episode #5) and Craig's Music. In all seriousness, we think that’s pretty cool, and hope you will download and listen. Please let us know what podcasts you are listening to. And if you have your own podcast, and would like to play some Honeycreeper, please let us know. We’d be delighted!

We have this fish tank that Mandy and I call the "Tank of Death", because no matter what we do, we just cannot keep fish alive. We buy the healthiest fish from the most reputable sources, we make sure that we don't buy too many fish (we don’t want to over-stock), but we make sure we buy enough if the fish thrive in groups. We make sure we get fish that will live peaceably with each other. We feed them what they like and need, we regulate their water temp, make sure there’s enough filtration, enough oxygen, etc. We provide them with places to hide, so they feel secure. We stock the tank with live plants to simulate their natural environment and to help keep the water healthy. We do regular water quality checks for pH and ammonia, nitrates, nitrites, etc, etc and make any corrections as needed. We change an appropriate amount of water on a regular basis. We’ve even emptied the whole tank out, cleaned and rinsed it thoroughly and started over again, just incase there was something nasty living in the tank. No matter what we did, fish came to our tank to die. About 6 months ago, several of the fish died, leaving just one angel fish as the lone survivor. Coincidentally, about a week later both the light and the filter stopped working within a few days of one another. A decision was needed- buy a new filter and light, and restock the tank, or just call it a day. Neither Mandy or I wanted to give up, but neither of us wanted to continue senselessly killing fish en mass. We kind of wanted to empty the tank, box it up and put it in the attic, but that’s a lot of work, and neither of us felt strongly, at this point, one way or the other to take on the task. So, we made no decision and forgot about it. Seriously- we literally did nothing. The tank sat there, in darkness without filtering. Without the sound of the filter and the glowing of the light, we forgot to feed the last lone angelfish. Every few weeks, one of us would walk by and see the little guy floating around in the dark tank and we’d crumble in some flake food. Weeks would go by before we remembered to feed him again. And yet he lived. And seemed to thrive. For six months we did almost nothing and this fish live happily. Only when we gave up all hope and stopped concerning ourselves did the tank stop killing. It seems that the tank had been fucking with us all this time. And when we stopped caring and even considered getting rid of the tank, it was like the tank sensed that and decided to “lay low” and hope we forgot how deadly it was. But today, it no longer matters. That last lone fishy was lying dead at the bottom of the tank. I got him out and flushed him. Good-bye…

Well, I know summer must be over when I totally freak out about not having enough milk to put in my tea (you see, the thought of having to return to work makes me an emotional basket-case). Thankfully, this past weekend was kick-ass, however it makes the drudgery of this week more obvious. But about this past week- Friday night was Jersey, and Jersey was, well, Jersey. All I have to say is “Suck my dick” (which I did say during our set and which received a bunch of laughs from the audience… so this isn’t me dissing Jersey… I’m just sick, very sick). Saturday was CT and the CT kids did not disappoint! (please refer to El Mustango’s random thought from August 14th) I was psyched to hear that the CT show raised over $1000 for the Red Cross in support of the hurricane victims (mother-*uckin nature). I seriously can’t say enough about the crowd… the energy is awesome, the people are super nice, we got dozens of hugs and high fives, and we got some kick-ass pictures (taken by El Mustango):

I know some of you living in CT are like “What’s the big deal?” But in all honesty, it IS a big deal. You guys put on some of the coolest shows we have ever played. And for those of you who were shouting “I love you”, we love you back! Especially you, Joe Proud…you take one hell of a picture. I think we can all agree that the bands on the bill were kick-ass (Spikkit, The Kleptos , The Cliches, and Math the Band) I know personally, I went nutty when the robots came out during “Math the Band”. Thanks again and we hope to see you all soon!

WHASSSSSUPP??!?!?!!!?!?

Incase any of you have forgotten, this is Sean. I get the aquamarine text on here, but as you can see, there has not been substantial aquamarine text in quite some time. To set the record straight, let's just say that someone who H4x 0u12 51T3, stole and impersonated my likeness. So, certain aquamarine random thought entries were an imposter (I'll let you figure out which ones). Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know, that I still care. Sort of. I mean, the reason I have not entered any entries, is because, I, am extremely lazy, and LOVE commas. The sooner you learn this, the better. But, I decided it's time. Not like I really have anything to say. Except to the people who were at the CT Ska show this weekend. Not all the people, but specifically the people who were in Buster during our set. To you I say:
What the hell dudes?!?! Did you think it was your bus? That was mad sketch. Personally I don't care too much that you were in there. Nothing seems to be broken or stolen. There are no smells or stains that weren't already there. No harm, no foul. But you guys totally bounced!! I was trying to find you to tell you it was cool, but I couldn't find you. Just apologize mans. What the H?

Later that night I told Dan and Seth my big plans for Buster. Think: dance floor, 100% tints, mirror-balls, fog-machines, velvet ropes: Club Buster. Let's give people a reason to want to come inside. As it clearly states however, Buster maximum occupancy is 14 persons, so it's gonna have to be reeaallll exclusive.

Seeing as my dad is waking me up for work tomorrow at Dawn's Crack, I must retire, but don't worry, I'll write again. Unless, ya know, I don't feel like it. Which you can pretty much count on, but it's a start, right?

This weekend was an absolute blast. It started with our Planet A Entertainment show on Friday night at the New Age Cabaret in Albany, NY. Bands that rocked hella hard that night were Inside Draw (518 Pop Punk/Rock), Johnie 3 (Ohio Pop Punk), and our homeboys Analog Casey (518 Pop Punk / Powerpop). All the bands were awesome, as was the crowd. We had a great time, and we look forward to more Planet A shows in the future. We now have a newfound appreciation for those who organize shows, because dealing with bands is definitely not easy. We had a ton of bands that wanted on this show, and unfortunately we had to turn many away- not because they sucked, but because we only had so many spots to fill, and we wanted to put together a really cohesive and strong show. So after booking the bands we knew we wanted, and listening to a bunch of bands that we didn’t know but who wanted on the bill, we made our decisions and had to turn the rest down. Sucks. Then, a week before the show, one of the main bands we wanted backed out (we found out later that they tend to do that a lot, which is a shame because they’re a great band and I’d hate to see them get a bad rep), so we had to scramble and find a replacement. Luckily, that’s when Johnie 3 stepped up to the plate (and they kicked ass). Then the day before the show, Mandy discovered that another one of the other bands (this band actually called us and asked us to be on the bill) had doubled booked themselves- not by accident, either. On their website, it had two shows listed for Friday, with a note next to our show that said they would only be playing this show if their other show got rained out. Now, that’s pretty crappy, seeing as how they asked us to be on the bill, we booked them at the expense of booking someone else, and not to mention all the promotion that was done for this show that had their name on it. Oh yeah- these guys never bothered to call and tell us that they had double booked (we only discovered this by checking their website) and when Mandy called them to find out what the fuck was up, they never called back. But, it was their loss because the show was really great, the great crowd was outta sight, and all the other bands really kicked ass. Special thanks to our homeboy and Creep Mike M.

Saturday, we headed out to CT to play a show that was put on by CT Ska. We could tell just from talking with these guys and listening to the bands they were involved with that they were good people and that this would be a fun show. All the other bands were amazing- Three Years Accident Free, Axis of Evil!, Semi-Naked Entertainment Squad, Fortunado, and Indiscretion- and the crowd was unbelievable. And we’re not even just saying that. In all seriousness, CT kids are truly awesome; it was about 100 degrees on Saturday and it was so humid that it felt like we were playing in soup. There were four bands before and three bands after us. And, this was our first time playing in CT so we were virtually unknowns. But these kids were so supportive and enthusiastic. Despite the heat and humidity, they danced their asses off! By the end of the show, clothes had been shed, bodies were covered in sweat and everyone still had smiles on their faces. We played so hard, that by the time we were done with our set I was seeing spots and thought I was going to throw up. That’s a good time! It was also cool to meet the legendary “Skanking Richard” (thanks for buying a CD). Thanks to Alex and CT Ska for a great show, the breakdancing kid who did the crazy flips during our set (you are my hero), the dudes who hung out in our bus and kept an eye on things while we played, and thanks to all the CT kids that were there, braving the adverse climate, dancing yer booties off and buying CDs and T-Shirts- you made our week and we think you all ROCK!

I can say now with out hesitation, that I am ready for some cooler weather. I love summer and I love the heat, but I’m sick of sweating and I’m ready for a break…

1. Mathematics is the language of nature.
2. Everything around us can be represented and understood through numbers.
3. If you graph these numbers, patterns emerge.
Therefore: There are patterns everywhere in nature.

Failed treatments to date: Beta blockers, calcium channel blockers, adrenalin injections, high dose ibuprofen, steroids, trigger matastics, violent exercise, cafergot suppositories, caffeine, acupuncture, marijuana, percodan, midrin, tenormin, sansert, homeopathics. No results.

The Golden Spiral is a mystical shape that is an absolute in both abstract mathematics and chaotic nature. It was first discovered by Phythagoras, a failed Greek messiah and mathematical cult leader in the 5th century B.C.

The spiral is derived via the golden rectangle, a unique rectangle which has the golden ratio. When squared, it leaves a smaller rectangle behind, which has the same golden ratio as the previous rectangle. The squaring can continue indefinitely with the same result. No other rectangle has this trait.

When you connect a curve through the corners of these concentric rectangles, you have formed the golden spiral. The Phythagoreans loved this shape for they found it everywhere in nature: the Nautilus Shell, Ram's horns, milk in coffee, the face of a Sunflower, your fingerprints, our DNA, and the shape of the Milky Way.

My new Hypothesis: If we're built from Spirals while living in a giant Spiral, then is it possible that everything we put our hands to is infused with the Spiral?

9:13, personal note. When I was a little kid, my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six I did. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal. I was terrified, alone in that darkness. Slowly, daylight crept in through the bandages, and I could see. But something else had changed inside me. That day I had my first headache.

July 18th, 2005 (2:33 pm) -- El Mustango

Back from another great weekend. Played an off-the-hook all-ages show at a church in Huntington, Long Island. Never played at a church before, and although it was a little weird (rockin’ out in the house of God) it was also hella fun! We played with some amazing ska, punk, alt, and hardcore bands. Had some laughs watching the kids do their hardcore dance. Highlights included The Homecoming Queens (who were a ton of fun) and a 16-piece jazz/ska/hardcore band, called The Vagabonds. This was a huge band; 9 brass players! It was total madness!!! Great night. We have another all-ages show at a church in a few weeks. This is the beginning of a new, glorious era for Honeycreeper -- The All Ages Era. Some of our bestest, funnest, zaniest shows have been all-ages shows, therefore, we vow, from here on out, to do our absolute best to play mostly all ages shows. Obviously, we won’t be able to play all-ages shows exclusively, but we will do our best for our younger peeps.

After that show, we stayed in Huntington with my cousin Chris. Ladies of Huntington, listen up: Chris has just moved to Long Island, he doesn’t know any one yet and he’s available. Contact me if you’d like to show him the town…

While we were there, we started an interesting word game. It goes like this: Take the word “masturbate” and replace the “-bate” with a rhyming word to create a new word. For instance: If you were to jerk-off while being shipped across country, you would “mastur-freight”. Get it? Here’s another: if you were to jerk-off with cheese shredder you would mastur-grate. Here’s a list of all that we came up with… If you can think of any others, please let us know!

June 23rd, 2005 (3:03 am) –- El Mustango

Playing with The Toasters, Public Access and Monkey Gone Mad was hella fun! In my last post (June 15th) I mentioned how even though Honeycreeper has opened for The Toasters in the past, I had never introduced myself to Bucket from The Toasters. Partially, it was because I was a little intimidated by him. I mean, here’s a guy whose band I have been listening to and loving for years (since I was high school). And, honestly, at past shows he’s always seemed so serious. So I’ve always been a little hesitant to go up to him and sound like a dork. So this time, I emailed him beforehand, and basically told him what an honor it was to be opening for them again, and that this time I was going to introduce myself to him. As it turns out, I was nervous for no reason because Bucket was super-cool (he said something to the effect of; “ah so you’re the infamous El Mustango”). Likewise, for the rest of The Toasters were great people, especially Jeff their sax player (who let me use their duct tape) and Larry, their drummer. I really enjoy listening to and watching Larry play- I think he’s awesome- and he was complimentary towards me and my playing. Definitely an ego-booster!

Last night we were honored to yet again share the stage with The Toasters (this is our 4th time!) and it kicked ass! Also playing with us was Monkey Gone Mad and our boys from Public Access. All the bands were great and are crowd was awesome (as usual). I hate to say it, but those who missed it really missed out. Weirdly enough, the last two Tuesdays have been great. I can say without a doubt that Tuesday is my least favorite day of the week, so I feel good that the last two of the school year were painless. From here on out it’ll be A-OK!

THIS IS THE ENEMY OF ASS

On a totally unrelated topic (random, if you will, but related to kicking ass) I hate slugs. As seen in past pictures, I like to grow things (vegetables mostly). I finally have a bunch of strawberries growing, but slugs are eating them at night. This makes me sad. I am thinking about founding ASS (which obviously stands for the Anti-Slug Society). If anyone is interested in joining, please drop me a line, because a society with only one member isn’t much of a society at all.

June 15th, 2005 (8:54 pm) -- El Mustango

We just returned home from a wicked fun road trip. Yesterday Honeycreeper participated in the Block Island Music Festival. We had a great time meeting a lot of really super people and playing with some rad bands. The BIMF is a six day log event that takes place at Captain Nick's Rock and Roll Bar with the goal to "... assemble the most eclectic and exciting array of acts currently performing in the northeast." Each night there's a combination of eight solo performers and bands, for a total of 48 bands for the entire festival! It's an awesome festival and we were honored that the festival panel picked Honeycreeper from amongst the hundreds of band applicants. Of course, the event didn't go without incident (on my part)-- we had to drive 4 hours to Narragansett Bay, RI to catch a ferry over to Block Island. Upon arriving on Block Island, I realized that I had forgotten a vital piece of gear- my cymbals. I know what you're thinking, how could a drummer forget something as important as his cymbals?! All I can say is no one was more disappointed in my oversight than I was. I really kicked myself for that. I have no excuse except that the night before when we were loading up Buster, I was extremely sick to my stomach and it was about 95 degrees out, so I guess I just wasn't thinking straight. Thankfully, the boys from Maxxtone saved my sorry ass and allowed me to borrow their cymbals for our set. Maxxtone rocks!! Other highlights included Ol' Boy- this crazy fusion jazz trio who smoked the place. Albany definitely represented, as the ridiculously talented Mudfunk also played the festival earlier that same evening. It's funny that we had to travel 5 hours away from Albany and leave the mainland, before meeting and befriending a fellow Albany band. But we're glad we did, as Marco and Sean are now our homeboys 4 life. The festival was sponsored by Red Bull, so there was A LOT of it around for the bands' consumption. I don't personally drink the stuff- it does unsettling things to my stomach, but Sean had a few dozen, as evidenced by the crazed look in his eyes during our set and his tearing off of his clothes and bounding out to the ocean at the completion of our set to howl at the moon. Back at the hotel, Seth and Sean were nearly brainwashed by one of the other bands (we won't mention who) into joining their utopian cult. Oh yeah- did I mention the crowd at Cap't Nick's kicked total ass? Because they did. Hardcore.

Not bad for a Tuesday. Next Tuesday, we get to share the stage with the mighty Toasters! This will be the forth time we get to open for them, and it's an honor every time. I remember listening to and seeing them live when I was in high school- they've been a favorite of mine for years- so it's a bit of a dream come true for me to share the stage with them. Oddly, although this is our forth time playing with them, I've never introduced myself to Buck. He always seems busy before, during and after the shows... but mostly he just seems pretty intimidating standing back behind his merch table. This time, however, I vow I will work up the courage to introduce myself.

This weekend’s shows were a lot of fun AND a belief that I grew up with was shattered to pieces. In a strange bit of irony (speaking of ironic, I don’t think I ever told you guys about how we played PA’s lounge and the sound guy couldn’t control the PA…seriously, usually I try to be nice about things like that, but it was SO bad that at one point in the show I had to sing into my saxophone mic, then later in the show, I had to play into my vocal mic. The funniest part was that at the end of the night he treated me as if it were my fault). Anyways, back to this week’s story. Growing up in downstate New York, we were always close to the New Jersey border, and since I was very young I’d hear my parents, friend’s parents, and most people I had the joy of riding with, complain about “Jersey Drivers”. My mom is the biggest offender I know…she’d yell things like “Go back to Jersey”, which I suppose in her mind is an insult. I won’t get into the psychology of my mom though, she’s a nice lady. This bigoted idea of drivers in New Jersey driving like idiots had been imbedded in my brain for so long that I was a bit concerned for my first time driving Buster (our bus) in NJ. At this point I want to exclaim to the rest of the world that driving in New Jersey was one of the most PLEASANT experiences I’ve had. Nobody tried to cut me off, when someone saw I wanted to change lanes THEY moved to accommodate me. So, with my tail (and by tail I mean Spongebob Squarepants hippety hop) between my legs I humble say-- New Jersey you drive well, I drive sucky. You are pretty, I am ugly. You are smart, I am stupid. You smell good, OK I guess I better not push it.

I am happy because I had my favorite sandwich for lunch today. It is the spicy Italian sub from Subway. It consists of salami and pepperoni and I get it with provolone, lettuce tomato, pepperoncini and oil and vinegar. Some of you may be wondering what a pepperoncini is, which brings me to the point of my story. I really think that there should be a standard name for pepperoncini at subway, but there isn't, which can make ordering my favorite sandwich difficult. Yesterday the guy called them "banana peppers". In the past, the "sandwich artists" had called them ring peppers or yellow peppers (even thought they aren't yellow, they are chartreuse). Seriously though, can you imagine if all toppings at subway were called by four names? It just doesn't seem very logical. Anyways, at least I can result to pointing to them, but I am determined to get everyone at the subway in Amsterdam, NY to use the proper term for my favorite peppers. After all, they are the magic ingredient.

As a Kid, I was all about G.I. Joe. I had a ton of G.I.Joe action figures (it was the only thing I played with besides Legos), I collected the comic books, and I watched the cartoon religiously. I remember everyday, after school, suffering through the last few minutes of General Hospital (the show that proceeded G.I.Joe) waiting with baited breath for my favorite cartoon. Of course, there were a few things that even as a seven year old I knew were pretty weak about the cartoon- the fact that the Joes could dodge Cobra's lasers, and no one ever died or even got badly injured. Some of the stories were pretty nonsensical, like the "Red Rocket" episode. But the thing that bugged me the most were the little PSAs they had at the end of each episode. If you were a Joe's fan, you know exactly what I'm talking about-- the show always concluded with the dumb kid who's ass was just saved by a Joe saying: "Now I Know" and then the Joe responding: "And knowing is half the battle!"

This next clip had me laughing and questioning my sexuality. You see, my favorite Joe of all was Gung Ho. As a kid I swore I was going to be a Marine when I grew up. I even swore to get the Marine Emblem tattooed on my chest, just like Gung Ho...

For every concert at school (my alter ego teaches elementary school band) we have a dress rehearsal, and for every dress rehearsal someone asks (usually a boy), "Do we need to wear a dress?" I think this year I may say yes.

Every now and again I find myself amazed at how far our civilization and its technology have come. Portable video game systems like PSP are smaller yet more powerful, you can fit weeks worth of music onto a teeny little player like an IPOD, and I swear I saw someone talking into a cell phone the size of a band-aid the other day. And don’t even get me started on the Mr. Clean “Magic Eraser” sponges- this must have been created from stolen alien technology. But these scientific and technological advances pale in comparison to our peoples’ newest next, bold step into the future: Rosemary and Olive Oil favored Triscuits! These crackers are AWESOME! Just like I don’t know how they can fit a Ms. Pac-Man machine into a little, hand-held controller, I don't know how Nabisco combines Rosemary and Olive Oil to make such a damn good tasting cracker. But I love them for it.

These are crazy times we live in. Next thing you know we’ll put a man on the moon…

My name is Seth, but feel free to call me Seff. I am the guitar player in Honeycreeper. I have been in the band for over 4 months now, and in that time I have refused to write a journal entry, even though the Mighty, Mighty Mustango and the ultra-talented and supremely beautiful Mandy have asked on numerous occasions. But an event happened this past weekend that was so miraculous, it has inspired me to finally open up and write. Sit back and relax as I enchant you with a truth that is indeed more fabulous then fiction…

I speak not of the rock extravaganzas of this past weekend, nor of the demonic cat haunting the Motel 6, nor of the unlawful entry into Boston’s Museum of Science. No, El Mustango has reported excellently of these events. But, I wish to expound upon another extremely spectacular event that occurred while in Portland-- My band-mate and bunk-mate, Sean Fortune, did not keep me awake all night with his snoring! Now, don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy sharing a motel bed with Sean-- he is gentle and caring, and holds me tight when I get homesick. But only those who have spent the night in the same room with Sean can understand just how difficult it is to sleep with his snoring. It’s not just that Sean has a ridiculously loud snore, but it is compounded by his ability to fall asleep instantaneously, and begin snoring the second he falls asleep (leaving others in the room unable to fall asleep before the racket begins). Combined with the fact that Sean appears to be able to produce these terribly loud sounds from any position (lying on his back, on his side, on his stomach, with pillows on his face, etc) and it makes for a very long night. Since it is I, Seff, who is the Honeycreeper most effected by Sean’s snoring (since it is I who shares a bed with Sean), needless to say, I was down-right giddy that Sean was nearly snore free that night.

So it’s been a while since I’ve written in here, and for that I sincerely apologize. Thanks to Mandy for at least a few entries during my delinquency. No thanks to Sean or Seff, who apparently don’t know how to write.

Anyways, I haven’t written in a while, not because I’ve had nothing to say- it’s been quite the opposite! We’ve been quite busy and I just haven’t had any time to write. Even now, I’m squeezing in a few minutes before we hop in Buster and head on out to Rochester for a rock extravaganza at The Bug Jar.

Last week, the Honeycreepers had a shows in Portland and Boston. We had a blast as usual. Portland was Friday night and we stayed over at a Motel 6. Mandy and I checked in and brought our bags up to the room, before the show, and Sean and Seff waited in Buster. While they waited, they noticed a cat sitting in the window of one of the rooms of the motel. A few minutes later, the same cat was in a different window in a different room. Things got even weirder, when a few minutes later they spied the same cat in a different window in a different room on a different floor! It was clear that this was a demonic cat that was out to get the highly allergic Honeycreepers!

The next morning as we were cruising down 95 on our way to Boston, we discovered that every one of us Honeycreepers loves museums. So, we decided to go to the Boston’s Museum of Science. Since we were all very hungry, the first thing we did was head over to the museum’s food court and get some super-over-priced food. While we sat and ate, we noticed that museum workers kept coming and going through a door that led from the food court into the exhibit hall. Of course a pass-key was required, but the door swung closed very slowly and the employees never seemed to check to make sure the door closed all the way. Anyways, after lunch, we headed over to the main entrance and considered buying tickets for the IMAX. That is when we discovered that to enter the museum itself, it would cost $14.00 a person and if we wanted to see an IMAX it would cost an additional $4.00! Needless to say, we could not afford $18.00 per person, since we are a poor indie rock band. Just as we were about to leave in defeat, it was remembered that there was that door leading from the food court to the exhibit halls. Dare we? Sneak in to the Boston Museum of Science and defraud the institution nearly $60.00 in admission fees? No doubt about it! I mean, we are in a rock band after all! That is what we do-- sex, drugs, sneaking into educational institutions. Beware- no museum, science center, or art display is safe from Honeycreeper. Highlights included the Electricity show (a high-voltage demonstration of lightning created by the world's largest air-insulated Van de Graaff generator) and not having to pay.

That night, we rocked Boston and had a spectacular time! The place was packed to the gills and we had some great Chinese food from the restaurant next door.

Usually after a show I like to go out into the crowd and meet people (which is strange for a person like me with anti-social tendencies... but anyway). So, in Portland I did the same. There was an older guy in the back that nobody was talking to, so I figured I'd go up and thank him for coming etc. I quickly understood why he wasn't wowing the immense crowd with his converstaional skills as he droned on (for what was 10 min... but felt like a lifetime) about how I should really abandon rock and go into Jazz. Now nothing against Jazz, but I just feel the need to make it known that I will never abandon plaid for khaki. Anyways, to make a short story long, in honor of my new-found career counselor, I thought the following would be fun:
For the next bunch of shows (Rochester, Albany, Syracuse, Kingston) the first 3 people at each show to tell me to "Go to Jazz" will get a free Honeycreeper CD, T-shirt, or bracelet.

March 15th, 2005 (9:53 pm) -- Mandy

I just learned something very important in one of my books (I learned how to read a couple years ago). It is so important that I want to take an exact quote... it is about hoes.

“When shopping for hoes, try them out first. By handling a hoe before you buy, you will know if it is right for your height and build, and the way you move.”

Please take this advice, I know I will!

-your friendly mandy

I know this is a couple of weeks old already, but I am just a simple man who is often out of touch with reality, so please indulge me as I comment about Paris Hilton’s Hacked Cell Phone. If you missed this ultra-important headline (because, like me, you were wasting your time reading about trivial things like the genocide in Darfur) what happened is someone hacked Paris Hilton's cell phone, stole all her celebrity phone numbers, and posted them online. All I can say is “Victory for the Average Joe!” Now, us mere mortals can call the likes of Fred Durst and leave a voice mail explaining to him how his musical masterpiece “Rollin’” saved our life. Or we can call him a Doody. I think my voice mail will be less “you saved my life” and more “You're Doody”.

On Thursday night, it was our absolute pleasure to be part of an amazing show at Valentine’s in Albany. “What made this show so amazing?” you ask. “Who are the other bands that were a part of this amazing show?” you ask. “Why do you think it’s cute to pretend that someone is actually asking you these questions?” you ask. “Would you please stop this stupid fictitious question asking and just tell us already?” you ask. “Why are you being such an asshole and refusing to let this ridiculous question asking thing die already it wasn’t funny to begin with and it certainly isn’t funny now, you’re really starting to piss me off, would you please just knock it off you dickhead?!” you ask. All good questions!

The amazing show in question took place on Thursday at Valentine’s in Albany. “You already mentioned that, jerk-ass!” you say. Oh, right! I did. Whoops. A lot of people feel like the Albany scene, how can I put this… sucks. But I’ve got to disagree. I think Albany is a tough nut to crack and Honeycreeper has by no means cracked it. But we have seen hints on what might lie on the inside of this nut and we know it will be well worth the effort. And, if there is a club that has treated us well and that we can call home, it is Valentine’s. When the scene does finally revitalize itself and we, in Albany, bask in its glorious warm glow, Valentine’s will be the capital of this Shangri-La and Howard Glassman will be its high priest. Mad Props to Jay and the guys from Public Access and Team-Scene who put this show together and worked their asses off promoting this show. Those of you with a beef against Albany- if you’re not part of the solution, then you’re part of the problem. Jay and the boys are definitely part of the solution.

We were honored to share the stage with Hollywood Funeral, Public Access, Westbound Train and The Toasters. Each band, in their own way, were amazing – the raw, youthful exuberance of Hollywood Funeral, the Minor Threat with horns fury of Public Access, the cocky, super-tight proficiency of Westbound Train, along with The Godfathers of Ska—The Toasters. I could write an entire entry just on the greatness of The Toasters, but I won’t. If you don’t know how important The Toasters are by now, I can’t help you…

But ultimately what made the show so great was the crowd. If you were there, Honeycreeper thanks you. The pure awesomeness of the crowd made it one of the best shows we’ve ever played. As musicians, we feel our responsibility is to play our asses off and energize the crowd and give them their moneys worth. Honeycreeper takes this responsibility very seriously. The payback for us, is when the crowd returns that energy. On Thursday, the energy was returned, 110%. We know most of the crowd was unfamiliar with Honeycreeper, but we were accepted and treated so well. If you were there, we want to personally thank you and tell you it was awesome and humbling to have been able to entertain you. Because of you, this show kicked serious ass.

February 11th, 2005 (2:34 am) -- El Mustango

I think that anyone staring on MTV's show "My Super Sweet Sixteen" should be systematically dragged from their beds into the street in the middle of the night and shot. The world would be a much better place- believe me...

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January 20th, 2005 (5:10 pm) -- El Mustango

I have determined that the music writers at The Metroland are demonic andriods who are under the direct control of Satan himself... The Metroland should go fuck itself...

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January 17th, 2005 (8:00 am) -- El Mustango

Just a brief explanation to those who were at the Baggott Inn show on Saturday and were a bit confused as to what happened on stage that night:

I have been very sick the past few days; the doctors think I may have pneumonia. Thanks to the antibiotics I've been taking, I also have been very nauseous (I had a wonderful bout of dry-heaves in the parking lot of a Thruway stop on the way down to the gig). I've also been getting a bloody nose over the last few weeks (and I haven't had a bloody nose in about a decade before this) and got one while we were playing that night (nothing says "RAWK" like blood flowing from a nose). So when Mandy made a comment about me "taking one for the team" and that my actions were fellatio-worthy, that was what she was referring to. Oddly, no one agreed with her, as I received no fellatio that night. Now, if you just missed your opportunity, but would still like to show your gratitude to me for rocking the house even though I was sick, please be aware that I am still willing to accept your gratitude...

Or you can buy a copy of "Freakqualizer" instead. I don't think that's too much to ask. I mean, come on people! I bled for you!

January 4th, 2005 (4:55 pm) -- Sean

My name is Sean.

I've had 4 weeks off in which I could have written a random thought.

But I am lazy, so I did not write a randon thought.

Buy Honeycreeper's debut album "Freakqualizer".

It is good and you will like it. You will like it real good.

I like pizza...

January 1st, 2005 (11:59 pm) -– El Mustango

Hard to believe that another year has come and gone. 2004 was a great year for Mandy, Sean and I and Honeycreeper wants to thank each and every one of you for contributing to the greatness. 2005 is going to be a huge year for Honeycreeper and we want to invite you all along.

Last night, in true rock star fashion, I rocked NYE hardcore. That’s right- I’m talking pizza and wings with my family, followed by a wicked game of Trivial Pursuit (90’s Edition). Mandy and I went to bed super late, I think it was, like, almost 1:00 am and we slept wicked late, too (I think we got up, like, 10:30 am). Man, it was a night of pure debauchery and I still feel dirty.

2005 is not only going to be a big year for Honeycreeper, but also for all of us. I think we’re going to see some great things happen this year. Here are some of my predictions:

1. This internet thing is really going to catch on. Not sure what this internet thing is because you can’t keep up with all this fancy-pants technology these whipper-snappers keep coming up with? Well, you’re using it now. I hear they have the internet on computers now, so it’s just a matter of time until it blows up! (I hear there is even some hard-to-find internet page thingies that have porn on it. Man, X-Rated theaters- Look Out!)

2. The human race will make many crucial scientific break-thru’s relating to DNA, cancer, world hunger and we will finally discover the correct “word” to the question “What’s the good word?”

3. I saw this movie called “The Matrix” (ever seen it?) and I predict that it will be a huge hit! I wouldn’t even be surprised if they make a sequel to it.

4. We will see a huge amount of solar flares around June/July creating a summer heat-wave that will break all records on Eastcoast US and in Europe.

5. I read this book called “The Lord of the Rings” (ever hear of it?). I would like to see Hollywood make a movie out of this book. It would be good. I understand the book is pretty popular, so I bet a lot of people would go to see it.

6. A celebrity will have an accident with a tree.

7. A nuclear bomb in India. US invades Iran. A disease will attack our armpits.

8. The Rooster is one of Ox's trinity and therefore Ox can expect a fairly easy year ahead.

9. With war at a mundane stage, President Bush takes time out to learn to read. After becoming literate, he then takes up Badminton.

10. You wake up on Sunday, January 9th, hung over; having already broken every resolution you foolishly made for yourself. You will also get arrested for punching a baby. You will not be sorry.

11. All McDonalds Restaurants in India will begin using lower-fat mutton meat in their Maharaja Mac.

12. “Freakqualizer” will go Platinum.

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December 30th, 2004 (12:43 pm) -- El Mustango

Although I’m not a huge fan, I’ve got to give mad props where mad props are due:

Linkin Park has donated $100,000.00 of their own money in response to the tsunami in Southeast Asia.

With memories of a successful summer tour in Southeast Asia still fresh in their minds, the members of Linkin Park are spearheading an effort to help victims of the earthquake and tsunami that have devastated the region. They set up an organization called Music for Relief (www.musicforrelief.org) with an initial donation of $100,000. They are asking not only fans to help by donating money, but they are also appealing to their musical peers, by asking them to donate as well. All money will directly support American Red Cross (www.redcross.org) programs.

That’s pretty damn cool.

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December 29, 2004 (5:12 pm) -- El Mustango

R.I.P Jerry Orbach.

We in Honeycreeper are really sad to hear about the death of one of our favorite actors, Jerry Orbach. Orbach was best known for his long-running role as New York police detective Lennie Briscoe on the band’s most beloved show "Law & Order”. Orbach, 69, died of prostate cancer Tuesday night. This comes as a blow to us in Honeycreeper. Orbach was really more than a favorite actor on a favorite TV show. He was like family. Since we spent easily 5 hours a day almost every day watching Law & Order, Orbach was a bigger part of our daily lives than many people in our actual family. We will really miss Orbach, and his portrayal of deadpan wisecracking NYC police detective Lenny Briscoe.

We love you Lenny!

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December 20th, 2004 (4:23 pm) -- El Mustango

Man, this year really has flown by. It seems like just yesterday I was sharing my grandmother’s famous fruitcake recipe with you. But it wasn’t yesterday, it was a year ago! I guess that bullshit about the correlation between the amount of fun one has and the speed at which time appears to move in relation to it is accurate! Go figure…

Anyways, we’re ass deep into the season of holidays and I want to wish each and everyone of you a happy holidays and God’s Blessings for the coming year (except for whoever it was that stole my hat, threw up in it and hid it in the back of my pick-up truck. You may have everyone else fooled- Mandy and Sean swear I did it myself in a drunken stupor- but you haven’t fooled me. I hope your holidays suck—Go blow it out your ass!).

This year I look forward to getting the old Aluminum Pole (very high strength-to-weight ratio) out of the crawl space, putting it up and not decorating it (I find tinsel distracting). I also look forward to the spaghetti dinner and the traditional airing of grievances, where I will gather my family around, and tell them all the ways they have disappointed me over the past year. I’ve got a lot of problems with you people! And now you’re gonna hear about it! The guy who stole my hat: you couldn't smooth a silk sheet if you had a hot date with a babe... I… I lost my train of thought… And of course, no holiday would be complete without the feats of strength. This year the honors go to my mother-- until the old bird pins me, the holidays aren’t over!

Finally, I want you all to know that to celebrate the holiday season, Honeycreeper has made