The Scolai

What can I say? This has to be one of the hardest working bands out there. These guys come on stage and bring the house down every time I see them. The Street Dogs are without a doubt the best band you never heard of. Mike McColgan is probably the only singer I have every heard that can make me enjoy a protest song. I don’t agree with his position on Iraq, but he is a combat vet and has earned the right to say whatever he wants. And he does it paying the utmost respect to our troops.

Look for The Street Dogs on the Vans Warped Tour this summer, and back in Detroit in the fall.

A short synopsis:

D.O.T.W. met the hardcore, mohawked girl of his preternatural fantasies.

Ron must have ingested some type of top secret meth prior to this show as he not only stayed awake, but also spent most of his evening in the pit.

Re-Todd spent most of the night on the periphery stalking a specimen of east side dishwater blonde.

Young Jake once again showed promise in the pit. He stayed mostly on the side lines, but came up with a number of sneaky maneuvers that just made me proud.

Dr. Hooligan… Dr. Hooligan once again showed why he is the Dean of the School of Moshing and, with Ron’s help, showed a kid with a green mohawk why you don’t mess with the master!

Crash, Stashe, Jaws and T were AWOL.

I am once again grinning like a retard as I write this. I am also wincing when making certain movements due to a friendly fire accident courtesy of Hooligan. Bruises cover my arms and chest, I have a blister the size of Rhode Island on my foot, and possibly a separated sternum. I also have the requisite smile you couldn’t get off my face with a jack hammer and C-4. It’s nights like this that keep me young, or very well may one day cripple me.

I’m off to the Nevada desert at 04:15 tomarrow for a week long training exercise.

Have a great week.

Scolai