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Hi. I wish I had a job selling squirrels. They're so furry, and give you toothy grins. Unless they're rabid, in which case they will eat your face off and then find the rest of your family. That's not so good, I guess.

Saturday, December 14, 2019

Patty bio attempt

Patty PerShayla is a force of nature, like a hurricane that sweeps through and leaves all the dishes standing.  She is a friendly feral cat, a rock n roll Tinkerbell, who plays the most vicious music your mom will ever love.  Rising from the fertile cornrows of Del Shannon country, she's coming to your town to help you party down. She's been around a few years now, in a few different acts, but it's all coming together into a sound that's guaranteed to stimulate the ants that reside in your pants.  Two main gears:  full on devil horns rawk with the Mayhaps, wherein she strides the stage armed with a bass as tall as she is, ably assisted by Lucas Powell on smokin' guitar (and cowriting) and Alec Klinefelter on the thunderous drums;  and then solo on acoustic guitar and ukulele, where the mayhem is still there, but internalized, like your favorite ulcer. Another new and exciting project:  The Ooze and Ozz, a supergroup with Brandino (of the eponymous Extravaganza) and Conrad Shock (of the eponymous Noise), an act that leans into Zeppelin and Black Keys comparisons with a hearty laugh. Ha!  Whatever form she chooses to take at any given moment, you want to be there when Patty PerShayla lets loose her songs about skeletons, Skyrim, and living as a HBIC in the 21st century.  Come on out and join the fun.

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