Look! Centaurs...

we're only a band because of ms orr. to get out of a religion assignment we wrote 3 legendary songs about STDs (their legendary status is still questioned by the greatest minds of our time). we decided to keep jamming after we handed in said assignment. jordan had only been playing for 5 minutes at this point, tim had just woken up from a coma and had to relearn all his motor skylz, but dylan was in perfect health despite the fact that he was a savant (because of this, jordan and tim had to feed cream of wheat and nutella sandwiches to dylan before every jam session). this resulted in a band with 3 shitty songs that no one could take seriously. after not really getting down to any songwriting for a long-ass fucking time, we booked a show at the Elmo on December 7th (this show was played under the name the sitting in fields). because of this enormous pressure (no homo) we wrote the rest of a 35 minute set list. this turned out to last only 20 minutes because our nervousness caused us to forget 15 minutes worth of songs. actually, we just sped everything up triple time. after our show we were chased out of the city by every gang and the mafia for stealing all their hoes and drinking all the old english. we returned triumphantly because all our enemies had migrated south for the winter. on february 15th we played another show and it wasnt very good, but we were called look! centaurs this time. everyone had fun except the crowd.