the satin peaches... ummm. Aaron is crazy. his room smells like booze cause we've spilled way too much rum on the carpet. Ryan likes cars and spends all his money on fixing his car. he got it in Florida. he drove it home and almost died. Jeremy plays the drums and the wii. he's better at the wii. that was mean. he knocked down all 91 pins. have u done that? didn't think so. I go a 90. but I'm a pro in tennis. so fuck you. the satin peaches are from metro Detroit. like the boring part of town where all you can do is get drunk and try to play music.
Aaron plays bass. we found him living in the woods of northern Michigan and told him he would prolly get laid if he moved to his grandparents house and played bass in a band. so he did. wouldn't you? don't judge him! he came over and I put a bass in his hands and told him where to put his fingers. now he's god. don't fuck with him. he taught me about aliens and the 10th planet. Look out humans. The gods are coming. Matt knows what's up. Listen to him. he told me I was going to be abducted one night. He was joking but it scared the shit out of me. I broke his car. we pushed it up a hill.
Ryan makes fun of me cause I can't spell. he used to play bass but now he plays guitar. the satin peaches bought him a guitar. it's nice. I met him in eighth grade. he wore a dragon necklace and said shit was gross. but he got more action then I did so I can't say shit. we recorded a record together that you prolly wont hear. I'll summarize it for you. It starts out with strange poetry and ends with a girl named Chelsea. Then I asked him to be in the band. He'll be mad about the shit part. but he knows I like him. He bought me eggs today!
Jeremy plays the drums. I met him in eighth grade too. He got action in class. The year I gave up on school Jeremy was gettin nailed under the desk. So it goes. He played in the band then we kicked him out because he loved his girlfriend too much. Now he's back because he is good at drums. and the wii. And he has a wii. And a puppy dog. But he smokes menthol cigarettes. Yuck! I will change him.
I've got some extra rum. This could go on for days. It wont. I'll pass out before then. Talked to Owen today. Well Aaron did. I said one thing.
"they killed hunter s."
He said: " they'll kill us all in the end."
Did you know he was working on a book about 911. Katie says we have a place to stay in Chicago for the show and she'll cook us breakfast. Joan is talking to her right now. Now Ryan is. He is dirty. Erik is bothering me so I can't write. Now he left. He drives us to shows and we scare him. he thinks we are crazy. He is a good bass player. And he needs to get some action. Anybody?
We eat late at night. The waitress' like us, I think. They prolly hate us. We talk about the band and eat shitty food. Umm...my friend Jesse and I started the satin peaches. He taught me a lot about writing music. He's no longer with the band. Now it's Aaron, Ryan, Jeremy, and me. A lot of people have come and gone but now the true satin peaches are here. YEAH!!!! OK. Does anyone care. Maybe if we sell as many records as coldplay people will care. I guess I don't really care. Do you like us? Do you? Love me please! That was a joke. I'll tell you more. Cause I want to.
The band played it's first show in a high school. We were too loud. The band played it's second show in a bar. We were too young. The band played it's third show for some people. Some of them liked it. The band made a myspace. Rob found it and thought we were good. The band met mike. (we want to send you a gift basket) the band met Marcus. Marcus tells me things are OK so I don't smoke too much or chew my fingers off. The band played another show and people liked it. Then the band ended up drunk in London. Sorry Ty for trying to get you back to the hotel. The band played another show and weren't allowed back stage because we showed up late, or we weren't good enough, or we smelled bad. Then people said we were good. Then the band spent a shit load of time trying to record their first record. It's not done yet. It'll be good. Don't worry. I promise. Good, good, good!
Love,
George