The jive for the day, and the luck of the jovial

There has been a lot of talk about the future of just about everything, and we, the gentleman of Hospital; Breakdance! Explosion., are examining the furthering of our band. As it stands we have practices in my parents’ basement, where I currently reside, and I have every intention of moving out in the coming two to three months. So, we’re looking into some new options. Brandon has suggested a practice space in the city, and, since he just signed a lease for an apartment in the city and I am looking for something similar, this sounds like the most plausible may for this band to grow, prosper and begin the culling of thousands of crickets (I am an asshole). Currently, we and our good friends in Ryan’s Hope are in deep discussions about this space, and are awaiting a response from the blokes in Greg and Brandon’s other band, Bluebottle, as to their interest as well. Hopefully, by the time I move into a new place, and well after Brandon moves, we will have had many a practice in said space. Lastly, we are still looking for a way to showcase our lake of talent. There are many possible shows for us to jump onto, but none that are anymore solid than my overwhelming appetite for human flesh (a pipedream, really).
With all that said, I’m going to get back to cataloguing a crap-ton of magazines. Hooray for temp. work! …or some crap.