We have concluded that Tam Tam are Grav Pop. Orlando's weapon of choice is the gravity bong, and they wrote a song about it... literally. And we are Foodcore, by way of our food stamps and deep love of cooking. Excelente.
The show at Nina's last night was killer - we tapped the bread at 9:30 and kicked out the jamz at 9:35. The cops showed right at the end of our set, so Tam Tam did a quieter semi-acoustic thang. Poor Man's Mai Tai's left and right. IE, rum and pineapple soda. We super trashed the house. And then a good twenty of us went and climbed a mondo fence to a sweet pool. Dan is scratched up to hell and back - he kept climbing the fence to get on the roof and dive... into the shallow end. MORAN! Ten thousand injuries and twenty thousand beers later, we were back on Nina's couch, sleeping it out. Well, most of us...
Come see us tonight in Cocoa Village, skeezy adult playground of Florida's east coast. We're playing The Dog 'n Bone with Tam Tam.
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