People,

So, on Sunday the FXA rock machine rolled into TT the Bear's Place for some International Pop Overthrow Festival action.

Now, we've played some bad festivals in our time, and although we knew this was actually a really good festival, we were still worried that our show was going to suck since we were on at 11 on a Sunday.

Well folks, I'm glad to say we had nothing to fear. There was still a healthy contingent of rockers (including one who drove all the way from the south shore - thanks Jay!) when we hit the stage.

This was a really good show for us, mainly because there was very little pressure and we could have fun. For Gordon that meant telling some off-color jokes and indulging his hatred for the Finnish people. For Jordan it meant wearing no pants and a cape. For Pete it meant thinking about poker hands instead of anagramming scrabble words. And for me it meant playing a lot of cowbell.

Ok, none of those things are true....except the cowbell. I somehow lost my mind and decided that since there was a cowbell attached to the drumset we were playing then I naturally should play it as much as possible. As in every song.

The people seemed to like it, although judging from the band's reaction it seemed to get old pretty quick. I tend to agree with them since by the end of the set even I was annoyed with the gimmick.

Knock knock. Who's there? The cowbell.