Welcome in . . .

Hello blog-world,

The West Seattle Pleasure Club is here to announce its arrival. We know you've all been waiting for this day since you friended us on myspace (OK, maybe we friended you. But we'll still call you a "fan"). You may be wondering what took us so long. Well, let's just say we're a band that likes to take things slowly and make well discussed and calculated decisions (We'll save the band name selection story for another post).

We're also pretty busy. I mean, if I'm not getting my face torn apart at the Lake Washington Tech Dental Clinic or playing Nintendo, I'm probably watching a Sounders game or loading sound and lighting equipment for a Kenny Chesney concert. As for Teacher Jason, he's either serving coffee at Café Ladro in Fremont, drinking coffee at Uptown Espresso, or making coffee in our kitchen and spilling the grounds all over the counter. Then there's Homefry. He is either looking for Big-foot on the Pacific Crest Trail or producing hip-hop for professional soccer players. We just don't have a lot of downtime!

But consider this post a commitment. We're going to find the time and post often enough that you won't really need to hang out with us anymore. So now you don't need to make that long journey to West Seattle! Unless, of course, we have a show at the Redline (next show: Aug.22nd). As of now, we are not broadcasting our shows online so you'll have to come out for those. Plus, your bedroom just doesn't have the atmosphere like the Redline.

Now we'd like to take the time to thank some wonderful people who are responsible for letting Teacher J and I think that this isn't a complete waste of time: Our first fan, Dr. A-Lach, is a tireless supporter. We know she'll always be there for us even when we end up in a Spinal-Tap-esque downfall. Then there's @WestonRB who not only dances at our shows but also knows our stuff well enough to make requests from the audience! How does he do that?! We'd also like to thank all the folks living in or associated with the house on NE 77th St. They represent the supporters club at our shows and, much like the soccer version, they are consistently in attendance, drunk, loud, and looking for trouble. We'd also like to thank Spicy Brown, who is generous enough to perform with us from time to time and take the bands talent to a whole new level. And last but not least, there's my mother. All I'm gonna say is that no matter how hard anybody else tries, NO ONE will know more about our internet presence than Mom.

Thanks for patronizing our blog. Check back in soon for more but right now, you should probably get back to work and I should be playing Tecmo Bowl.

-Sweet Pete