Tie Your Mother Down

Well, looky there, it’s back. Want to know more?

I don’t.

So, last night, I got into some serious word-eating right before the altar of Crazytalk. It was enough to make me want to write about music this time instead of just tell you about people doing idiotic things dressed in costumes. What happened was I’d said this rock-and-r Olathe band was a lesser version of the Last of the V8s. Granted, that was in the context of that one show at P. Ott’s, and I didn’t mean that as the definitive word — just meant they got showed up by their elders at pretty much the same game. Anyway, I’m here to acknowledge that Crazytalk is official and officially bad ass. Here are the reasons: