Oh, great. It’s time to watch SOULCRACKER. I hate them. They’re the biggest bunch of sucks that ever sucked. Their music sucks. They suck. They suck. One more time. Suck.

Anyway, ROBOCRACKHEAD is still arguing about merch and stuff. I can’t believe they’re still talking all this shit. They finally get to the Northberg Tavern, where they’re setting up for their umpteenth show in Columbus. I hate that song that starts “I-I-I-I, did everything, you asked me too.” They never get the damn harmonies right. It’s probably because they are not talented. They play about one song and then start harassing people to buy their CDs. Shut the hell up, SOULCRACKER. Stop trying to force people to buy shit that sucks. Damn.

Now they’re at Ledo’s Lounge, playing yet another crappy set for yet another group of people who, like me, think they suck. But apparently, they’re the only one’s who have sold any merch at all.

Check out these merch sales:
FLICK -- $0
HARLOW -- $0
DODES -- $0
CRACK -- $134 (Noooooooooooo!)

Rebecca and Amanda are at The Alrosa Villa and are still waiting for Chimene and Rayshele, who are severely late. Rebecca just hopes they’re all right. Aw. But she is a little vexed, because they also have the flyers. So HALFHARLOW gets on stage to sing this song with this other band called CRINGE, who actually rocks pretty hard. It’s so obvious that HALFHARLOW don’t know the words that it hurts. So they just kind of bob their heads and look ridiculous. Still no sign of the other HALFHARLOW. Hmm.

They put my favorite Autechre song in that new Volkswagen ad. That’s so cool.

Rayshele: “By the time we got to the club it was 1:00 AM and the whole show was over, and they were really angry because we didn’t have any flyers to hand out.” Well, it was the one thing you had to do today, and instead you and Chimene bought clothes. You have no right to bitch. They were counting on you, and you flaked. Rayshele comes up with all these bullshit excuses for the time discrepancy, which Becks and Mandy totally don’t buy. They all get pissed until Rebecca says, “I don’t want to talk about it any more. End of story, we’ll deal with it later.” Fair enough. That shut everyone up.