I used to be annoyed with people who constantly handed out flyers to their shows. It's like receiving a chain letter: You know you ain't gonna participate, but can't help but feel some impending doom will befall you if you do not. In the case of a friend's band, the doom takes the form of seeing them again after their show and having to explain why you weren't there — you have to think fast, because last time you also "couldn't make it," so this one had better be good: Your cat got stuck in the lint trap of your dryer and you had to rush her to the vet. Bingo! That's... More >>>