It all started on a rainy, muggy, humid evening in some garage/basement on August 27 2010 in Tampa…and that was the first time I saw You Blew It! I almost didn’t even watch them play. My friends band had played and I was on the hunt for booze (less computers more shots!) and I’m pretty sure they were a late addition to the show. I see a shirtless dude in tight jeans who isn’t wearing underwear and a fedora, some guy in glasses, and the third one is wearing a fucking flannel shirt and corduroys. What does this have to do with anything I don’t know? It was hot and Tanner wasn’t dressed for it and maybe I thought Tim was a tool at first. Then they began to play, the three of them, Tanner and Trevor on guitar and Tim on drums. No bass to be slapped here (though Davids band played earlier that night and would later become one their bass players). It didn’t matter that they had no bass, that the Russian dude fucked up the mic and so I couldn’t hear Tanner sing - none of that shit mattered. They twinkle jammed me into oblivion. I think I even told them something like “that’s right up my ally”, “that’s my speed” or “that’s right in my wheel house”. Then I did the Herbert voice from Family Guy, they had just pleasured my ears - I had to give something in return. As they were breaking down their gear I ask if they’ve heard of Algernon Cadwallader (of course they had, stupid question KYLE). They were nice and said they had just played a show with them. I ask if who else they listen that’s like them and Trevor tells me “Six Gallery, they’re like a more tappier TREOS.” CDs were 5 dollars…Trevor gave me one for free! We spent some more talking about getting them a show in Gainesville and how at the time my roommates girlfriend was on a committee at UF so we exchanged numbers and facebook friendships and went our own way. Since that time we have done some pretty fun stuff in between; Drunken hide and go seek in my apartment, Tim eating a weeks worth of turkey sandwiches, Tim breaking a glass fixture on my lamp, Tim ripping all my shoes of the back of my door and throwing them on the floor, that cop calling us “lover boy” or something like that, and of course “Andy Gate”. At 27 I feel a bit weird writing about them in such a fan-boy way. I’m supposed to be getting into Springsteen or discovering the Beatles’ back catalog or waxing on about the genius of Dylan but that’s just not me or my style. Im glad they make me feel this way about music, its hard to find band these days that do that for me. Best of all, I get to call them friends. These guys may never take anything serious ever but they sure as hell took this album seriously and it shows. I could not be more proud of them or where they are…still nothing will replace the noodley three piece i saw in that garage.
TL:DR, I like You Blew It! and I am bad at story telling.
