Hello boyz and girlz and welcome to the first edition of Llips, Spill's official newsletter.  Now you are probably thinking, who the hell is Spill?  Well don't you remember last week when you were drunk and I forced you to sign the mailing list?  Anyway, let me congratulate you on a job well done because by joining our tool of propaganda, you have taken the first step in improving your life.
    Many other issues will follow and if you carefully read the directions, you will have a long and healthy life.  Perhaps this will become your bible, perhaps it will become your bathroom reader, but really what's the difference?
    Haling from the All America City, Sarit (vox and bass), Adam (guitar & cheerios), Randy (drums & tirades), quickly decided that work sucks, school sucks, but music rules.  By being in a band it not only gives them a false sense of popularity when they go out, but it also allows them to test the limits on their credit line and the wills of collection agencies.  Maybe one day, you could be in a band too!  They are here to inspire today's youth!
    So the first thing you need to do is come out our shows and get really drunk.  This will guarantee that Spill will sound great and then nobody will care when Randy fucks up or when the instruments are horribly out of tune.

    We are not just losers and during our 6 month existence, we have done much more than just kill time by regurgitating Simpsons quotes to each other.  Most notable accomplishment was being accepted to showcase at Undercurrents '98 in Cleveland before we even played our first show!  Ha!  We fooled them!  In typical underdog fashion we just beat the deadline by cranking out a 4 track demo that was very painful to record.  To add to our good fortune, we were allotted the primo showcase slot of 8pm on Thursday, May 14th, thereby pinning us against the decade's most monumental TV event:  the last episode of Seinfeld.  What's a band to do?  Answer- have the drummer wear a "Seinfeld Sucks" T-shirt and just rock the fuck out of that place.  Lucky for us Cleveland folks like music, and being as Spill kicked the the whole affair, turnout was good and industry folks aplenty.
    We then proceeded to whore ourselves around town by supporting other bands we saw that rocked and by being very nice to industry people.  But the highlight must have been when John Latimer, Undercurrents' owner, sought out Sarit at a club and congratulated her on a job well done with Spill.  Why thank you....kind sir....
    When we came back home, we were featured on WLVL's morning show where we premiered "The Air that you Breathe" and played a stripped down version of "Never Again".
    What else?  Well we've almost finished writing this damn newsletter.  God bless the freedom of speech.  And now all that's left is to hand over our paychecks to Kinkos and the post office.
    Oh yeah, we've made the semi-finals round in the Buffalo Beat's Absolute Best Talent Search. So maybe we'll make the final round, and wouldn't that be a trip if we won the whole thing.  That will certainly expedite the release of our first CD, which we hope to begin recording sometime in August.  Anyway, we'd love to hear from you so call or email or better yet, come to our show and say Hi....and if you don't have money just help us move gear and sneak in as a forth or fifth band member.

    When shaving, always pull your razor against the grain.  This, along with a twin blade razor, ensures that the first blade pulls the hair follicle without allowing the second blade to slice the hair off cleanly.  You stroke both cheeks up and down, and watch out for those zits!  Next, move up to your face using the same procedure and never stop shaving at your hairline.  Continue straight through to the nape of your neck.  Remember kids, these tips will guarantee a smooth Q-ball look that others will envy!  Until next time, keep a case of aqua-velva handy.

    OK here at Spill's headquarters we take pride in the fact that we belong to the small, exclusive, elite group of musicians in Buffalo.  An on lucky nights when we set ourselves loose on the town we inevitably rub elbows with the rich and famous.
    This week's 'rub' was at The Pink on Allen St. with The Lynn Rogers Band.  The band was a bit 'saucy' if you know what I mean....but hey, who wasn't?  Anyway, we all put our college degrees to the test and discussed the finer arguments in Philosophy in between bumming cigarettes off of each other.

    Well this Spill's pick of the month.  We opened for Firewater who is a national band that's very very excellent.  So we were treated to gourmet cooking by none other than the show's promoter:  Marry Berates, god bless him!  Unfortunately as an opening band we didn't have too much say over the stage set up, so our set was layered with major technical issues, a drummer who's boxed against the wall and can't hear shit.  That's a shame....but we still pulled off the set.  But the cherry on top of the pie was definitely at the end of the night when Randy accidentally shattered an irreplaceable light globe :-(

    Last, and usually least, is Adam.  I'll try and briefly give you a glimpse into what my day as a band member consists of.  I obediently wake up at eleven for the day's episode of Dallas (....damn that J.R.).  An hour later, I crawl out of bed, and get going on the day's activities for the band. This usually includes making flyers and posters with Randy for whatever show is coming up and running around for small jobs.  I'd compare myself to a "gopher" that works on movie sets but THEY at least still have some dignity!  Anyway, after coming home, I'll spend sometime counseling Sarit on whatever issue she's decided to become frustrated about.  What can you do?  After eating something unfulfilling, I'll go to practice and a short five hours later, come home and fall asleep at around 3 am.  There's actually alot more than what I've written above but I'm running out of room here.  So if you come to a show (and why wouldn't you?), come up and say hi to me and any other band member.  We'll drink!  Later kids....