Welcome back to Spill land....much has happened since our last issue but we are still standing.  In an effort to dominate the airwaves Spill was featured on WBNY's Local Show on June 11th where we did a live broadcast and got to feel real important by being interviewed.  On June 17th we played the Buffalo Beat's Absolut Talent Search Semi-Finals and not to toot our own horn (but we might as well since this is our own damn publication), we got a really good response.  The following week, a great review of the evening followed in the Buffalo Beat where our set was described as a "...terrific rock expereince....a splash of lemon for this 'Absolute' Semi-Finals....Certainly, Spill has the talent to go somewhere".  But so far, we've been going to Burger King, work, and bed, so if anyone knows a better place where we should go, give us a call 'cause god knows we want to go somewhere!!
    This next show deserves a new paragraph.  The good folks at Ruby Watts stumbled into a very drunk Spill at the Allentown Arts Festival and asked us to play their upcoming party at their drummer's backyard.  So on June 27th Spill was given the royal treatment at the party with kegs rolling and hot dogs roasting.  What's a good band to do bu get drunk?
    But you know Sarit has no tolerance ban by the time Spill was set to take the stage, on what was a teetering, bumpy, dark experience, she tripped over a cable connected to her bass which sent it to the floor with a big 'thump'.  So the bass was out of commission and she had to use someone else's bass.  So the set was a mess with Sarit having to adjust to a new bass.  But afterwards the owner of Mexican Joe's came over and booked the band for two gigs at his abode (July 9th and 16th) and he even offered money, food, and beer....life's three basic needs.  So on that dreadful night, Spill was introduced to the age-old music axiom: It's not important to sound good as it is to look good.  And this basic premise is only made stronger by beer.

The Question:  How do you hide a major biological function while letting your body do what it naturally does best?
Of course I'm talking about Dating and Flatulence.
The Situation:  you're on a date.
The place:  your car.
The problem: you gotta fart....bad.  What will you do? Obviously, you should suppress the impending sound.  But, more importantly, you must come up with a believable explanation for your naughty anal vapor.
Your high school honey is young, dumb, and ready to cum, but you have an embarrassing appointment with butt gas.
Before your ass ruins the atmosphere, try saying: "Hey baby, did we just drive over a "sewer?" or "Hey Love Bunny, we must be following a garbage truck!"
If you follow these simple fundamentals of farting etiquette, you'll be tappin' that ass in no time without your ass getting in the way.

    Because we belong to the small, exclusive, elite group of musicians in Buffalo, on lucky nights we inevitably rub elbows with the rich and famous.
    This week's 'rub' was on July 10th at The Continental as Spill shared the bill with The Psychotramps.  Delinquent Recording artists, the band, in great form, riding high on recent achievements, neglected to guard a dressing room crammed with 3 bands' worth of gear, and unfortunately had their cymbals ripped off by some greedy Continental slug.
    So let me be the first to start the Replace-the-Cymbals Foundation, Inc.---a non-for-profit organization, of course, dedicated to raising funds to replace stolen cymbals worldwide, with first dibs going out to The Psychotramps.  For, none of this would have been made possible without them.

    Spill was invited to play an Alice 92.9 sponsored event , a big 4th of July weekend bash headlined by Universal Honey.  Several great bands were on the bill, such as McCarthyizm, Animal Planet, Anatara, and the Plaster Sandals.  Because Spill was a baby among all these giants, we were given the second spot on the bill.  So we took the stage at 3 pm, sandwiched between an acoustic cover artist and Anatara (an acoustic female duo). Needless to say, people didn't take too kindly to loud, distorted music with drums! Man people hated us.  Not to mention that we were competing with gorgeous weather drenching the beach front.  But you know Spill gave up a long time on pleasing people so there was not much left to do but start putting to good use the 30 or so free drink tickets courtesy of WLCE.  But we did manage to impress 14 year old, Faith Marie, who didn't care too much for the beach or the sun and sat throughout our entire set.  At the end she gave Sarit a picture she drew of her as a gift.  We hung it in our practice space and printed the picture in front of this newsletter.  That's right, turn the page over.  There you go.

Scene 1:  We're at the Continental, July 10th waiting for the band before us to set up.  As I'm sure, you read above that the band (alright...The Psychotramps)  had some their gear ripped off.  When they couldn't get a loan of equipment (which is pretty damn expensive!) one of them got pissed to the point that he wished us bad luck at our set.  Did we fuck up?  HELL NO!! Just ask Christine.  I DON'T NEED THIS!

Scene 2:  Mickey Rats.  Spill played a great show and afterwards indulged in WAY too many beer tickets.  See, the great thing about a trio is getting more beers per person.  However, many other people drank as well to the point that this one drunk fool came up to me and asked me if I was the "...Third Eye Blind guy...." I didn't know if he meant the guitarist, bassist, WHAT??  But I quickly responded "oh my GOD, no!  Whew.  I just turned to a friend and said "I DON'T NEED THIS" and was promptly laughed at.