Do not f*ck with vampires

Summer is awesome in Seattle because everyone comes out from their dark holes where they've retreated with their full-spectrum lights and triple-tall extra-foam soy lattes (Ben's beverage of choice) to enjoy the sun, but more importantly, life.

This last weekend was also awesome. On Thursday, 5/31 we played the after-party at a film showing at STIFF (Seattle True Independent Film Festival for those of you not in-the-know), not to be confused with SIFF, the film mega-fest that has taken over Seattle. First of all, it was great because we got to choose a movie to have playing behind us while we rocked the Rendezvous. David suggested Run Lola Run and I enthusiastically agreed because it was possibly the first foreign film I had ever seen, but more importantly, the first movie I saw with my first girlfriend.

Also special about that night: it was the one year anniversary of our first show which, coincidentally, was also at the Rendezvous. Creepy.

The movie that played before us was a documentary about a satanic vampire who ran for governor of Minnesota. It sounds crazy and made up, but it was true and frightening, not because of the whole satanic/vampire thing, but because this guy wanted to personally "impale" every wrong-doer on the face of the planet. Of course, he wasn't going to do that until he became President. The film was called The Impaler. You should find it. I'm legitmatly nervous that this guy might find me and impale me for implying that he's mentaly not totally stable. I shit you not.

Despite the fear of mocking someone deeply involved in the dark arts, the show was super fun and I think it was the first time there was an encore requested and we obliged.

Saturday, I rolled out of bed at 7:30 AM in order to plaster Capitol Hill with about 150 posters for our Vera Project show on June 8th. Then I headed over to the Georgetown Music Fest. It was a gorgeous day and all of the Hellgaters are a little less pasty white as a result.

We were the 2nd band to play the Georgetown Stage and I could tell by Tennis Pro's set that the sound on-stage was going to be weird. They rocked it, but it's always disorienting 1) playing outdoors 2) playing before 9:00 PM and 3) not having at least one drink in the system (sorry kids. Don't drink!). We did our best considering the only thing we could all hear is David's guitar.

It was a super cool event, mostly because it was a chance to see a ton of quality bands all in one spot...and get sunburned.

I'm in the process of putting together a Hellgate Flickr page. You can check out pictures from this weekend there and print out photos of your favorite crazy bass shredding facial expressions of Ben, but they're probably horribly organized at this point.