Saturday, March 10, 2012

LOST IN AUSTIN: DAY 1














So, its only day two and I have got to say I am fucking sore. Starting the trip out with a rocking show on our home turf set the pace of performance at a high I am beginning to regret. However it is alway worth a little back pain to get to see all our homies rocking out.


The second stop of the tour was Santa Barbara, where we played quite possibly the most rocking house party we have ever played. I.V. you never fail to disappoint. Interesting side note, at both shows mosh-pits ensued, perhaps this is the beginning of a new precedent?

After the show we all decided to have a few adult beverages and Thomas (manager), feeling particularly sleepy, decided to take a nap on the couch with his shoes on... So we turned him into a kitty...

We are now in Long Beach stealing wifi from Burger King getting ready for our show tonight at DiPiazzas. Being that we have no place to stay in Long Beach, we are fairly certain we are going to just barge it to Tucson after the gig.

As we step out into the fray, all we ask is that you root for us friends, and stay posted for more as Eliquate: Lost in Austin continues.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

FUCK YES I AM EXCITED TO CLIMB INSIDE KARLA MALONE AGAIN.

FUCK YES I AM EXCITED TO CLIMB INSIDE KARLA MALONE AGAIN. for those who don't know us that well, eliquate is actually an 8 person operation, at this point i am sure you are familiar with all the boys in the band, Cosmo, Justin, Dan, Jamie, and yours truly. And if you have been to any of our shows recently, you no doubt have met our manager Thomas, most likely swinging at an empty room hollering "you wanna go 16's wit cha boy!" However there are two other hard, arguably hardest, working members of the band: Erin Heartman, our stellar publicist, who keeps us relevant. No joke, I just found out we have a myspace, who the fuck myspaces anymore. (my deepest condolences to those on myspace, Elliot doesn't always think before he speaks, thats why they hired me - Erin) Last but not least KArla Malone. She is a 2 ton, beast of a woman, and please if you are around her don't call her a van, she is not a van, she is a bus. Initially we were going to call her Karl Malone, after the legendary Louisiana Tech power forward, but something about 6 guys riding Karl Malone from San Diego to Seattle Washington didn't seem too appealing. She is dirty, cramped, and smells like Schnetz feet, but she is home. And Alas, we are going to be piling into the dirty bitch for yet another episode of Eliquate on the Road, what will happen? will she make it? will we have to stay in San Fernando Vally doing porn for nickels? will we finally get the chance to meet and beat Justing Bieber? will the cops of westlake finally catch Cosmo? (not fucking likely) Stay tuned to find out, o, and check out our show dates if you haven't already eliquate.com/shows/ and I am excited to see you all in 2011 and beyond... o... and we are working on a new album...
Love,
Elliot (the sweaty one)

Friday, December 17, 2010

Just Kids

in a galaxy not so far far away

a group of 6 kids i guess they could be called a gang

age range from about 5 going up to 8

4 of them were neighbors the other 2 shared the same name

on saturdays and sundays they would gather to play

their favorite game young explorers investigating the cave

where their parents couldn't find them didn't have to behave

the imaginations flying they were just acting their age

all the fighting at home had left need for escape

but they were not alone they had each others embrace

so they vowed to stick together no matter what folly came

weather sun was their endeavor or escape from falling rain

It didn't make a difference as long as they all showed up

they had no plan or mission just ambition for that whole stuck

in their own existence time wasn't moving slow enough

till that fateful day when the conflicts of grown ups

had showed us what happens when civilization blows up

the blast murked everything the surface ever know of

but lucky for the kids they were playing underneath it

thanks to their curiosity they discovered how deep it

goes that whole left six people breathing

on the whole planet no damage shows us the weakness

of bone tissue so misused gone there's no weeping

the innocent live on the rest of the world deceased its

their problem now.


After hours of playing with no sign of regrets

they climbed out of the cave the cave to find their parents silhouettes

painted on the walls this was not expected

but the fact is after all the adults had neglected

they were better off without them they decided and accepted

the fact they we're alone before reality had set in

the oldest of the group his name was tommy he connected

that without his dad and mommy it was he that they respected

but that meant it was up to him to protect them

this responsibility was now on him and it reflected

the way the world was run but this was like a second

chance to advance our species like a next step

lets let anarchy reign in the free world

test it out on this calamity we hurled

into the laps of the youngest generation

who had to adapt to this world they were placed in

tommy did his best to maintain his patience

but children can be fussy when they're hungry and their wasting

away as their leader's only 8 already pacing

back and forth as the last resource was taken

made him wish he was back playing games in

his parents back yard but that world was forsaken

one by one so sick and emaciated

they turned on each other no brotherhood or relation

could keep them from feeding on each other or escaping

the fait that the rest of humanity embraced in

less than a week the last 6 that had lived

killed each other off when instinct kicked in

some would think it fate or simply just how it is

but they cant be blamed cuz hell their just kids.