Sutton thinks his voice is “pretty screwed because of the amount of shows we’ve been playing.” I hope so. Then you will lose. Sucker. Beastie: “We played three shows this evening, and they were all middle of the road.” That’s because the only applause you get is out of pity or social convention as opposed to genuine appreciation. You stink.

Here’s a merch update:
FLICK -- $80
GOTHTRON5K -- $0
THEJ-DUBALLSTARS -- $45
BEASTIE-AND-BOB-MUST-GO-HOME-CRACKER -- $324 (Nooooooo!)

Saturday. Day of the Battle of the Bands. Ooh.

Angel (Fletcher’s main squeeze) is here to surprise him. And surprised he is. Fletcher’s dad, Bruce, bought her the ticket. If only Fletcher had known, he probably would have refrained from boinking that band-slut the other night. Fletcher feels bad: “I screwed up. I made a big mistake. I can’t believe I would do anything to hurt her. I should be a bigger man and focus on the things that are important, I mean with my son and having a little family. I really want to tell her, but how do I tell her I betrayed her? Nobody wants to do that.” So, instead of telling her, he takes Angel into the same bathroom as the other night so they can boink. He’s a classy guy, that Fletcher. No. No, not really.

Sound-check time. As the bands tweak their sound, we get interview snippets from each person. AP: “We’re gonna be the best band. We write the best music, we have the best stage show, so…” Not true. Daryl: “Jo Jo is worried about tonight. There’s no need to worry, we just gotta do what we gotta do. This could be where our poker hand is holding all the aces.” Okay, Daryl. We’ll see. Cory: “We’re just gonna do what we do, put our emotion into it and play the best we can play.” Nice. Fletcher: “Hopefully we can pull it off.” Word. Kick CRACKER’s ass. Amanda: “Right now we’re third. We haven’t sold any merch since the last show.” Chimene: “I think that we are in a very dangerous place.” Yup.