Dearest band-mates, generous supporters, and (most of all) friends-
First and foremost, thanks for everything you have done, continue to do, and will do to make the world a better place via the making and supporting of music. You’re probably thinking to yourself: this sounds like a goodbye note. If you did think that; you are most certainly correct. I am moving to Texas (tay-hoss) this August and am going to leave the state of Washington for good early in June. My last appearance with the band will be May 16th at the Tractor Tavern. I’ve been truly fortunate to get to be a part of something like Buffalo Death Beam. The entire experience is so compelling to me on so many levels that I often let my intensity get the best of me. This has led to the occasional blood-spattered drum set and many apologies over coffee and a pounding headache. The music and experiences we shared, albeit from different angles, shows the signs of a true and honest passion by its equal capacity to bruise and be bruised.
Perhaps it is that bittersweet milieu of emotion that makes the moments, minutes, and hours we shared together some of the best memories of my life. There will always be that one time the kids that hardly knew each other made a band and I will never stop being humbled by your enthusiasm and endurance. While the feeling of leaving you behind is terrible, it reminds me of how truly fortunate I am to have something so precious to lose. Your friendship and support has kept me afloat through some of the most challenging years of my life and I will never forget that. Even if you did something very small (like saying “thanks for the music” to us after a show), you did something very good. My life is much richer for having shared it with all of you. Remember that we never live in isolation; your friendship, collaboration, and encouragement has made my world a more beautiful place. Thank-you for everything.
Thank you to everyone we met this last weekend and to all the people who came out to listen. It was one of the most fun weekends we’ve had together as a band. Thanks. Here are some pics, thanks to Rick O.
We here at Buffalo Death Beam are not perfect. No, from time to time we make mistakes just like celebrities. Usually, those mistakes come in the form of “forgetting our shit”. The Case of the Yellow Suitcase is one such instance, where we forgot our stuff in Snohomish for a show in Port Angeles – roughly 3 hours away. It wasn’t the first time we’d forgotten stuff for a show at this venue, either.
What you are about to see is possibly one of our more serious blunders, magically (and accidentally) caught on film. As the film begins, you will see the camera focused on our dear Sean Knox, doing some noise that he likes to make because it is funny. Suddenly, he ceases his comedic escapade and looks to the side. The camera pans to Curt, wearing quite the sad face. The saga of the Yellow Suitcase unfolds.
Some things to note:
The sad faces
The excessive facial hair touching/stroking
How good that one mopey Charlie Brown song would sound playing in the background
Anyway, we hope you enjoy. Here, in its entirety: The Case of the Yellow Suitcase. We apologize for the profanity – it was a stressful situation.