It all began in that dimly lit back alley in the summer of 2006. It was there that four ladies of leisure, bound by circumstance, joined forces to disorganize rock and/or roll. Forged from the blood of aborted fetuses and risen from the ashes of blunt roaches... Coathangers will devour your immortal soul. Who's in? You?? If you said no, fuck your dad... your mom's alright.
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I lost my job to see you guys at mohawk last time..STILL don't have a job...Bad decision I guess...in the recession and all....lol. Steph DID give me a Coathangers shirt and you guys let me pick a song. So, no complaints here. Steph even gave me some badass drumming pointers....so yeah, then i was stoked about the show last month, but my boyfriend was in a fire where his best friend died and he was in the fire (last one to get out) but yeah the memorial for Jon Pettis, was the night you guys played at Emo's....was on the guestlist, but felt it would be tasteless to leave a funeral, No matter HOW much you ladies rock....haha. So yeah, ANY way I could be snuck into the show tomorrow would rock. Love you ladies and willl listen outside regardless. XO Steph
I had this crazy dream last night that The Coathangers were on the Simpsons. It even had a plot! Lisa Simpson joined The Coathangers and it became Nelson's favorite band. Everyone cleaned house to a montage set to "Toomerhead"...subleminal market much?
