#sickbrah

[markbrownmusic]

That time @hambonerelay-blog played WXPN’s Free at Noon.  February 2018.  Luke Ferracone’s first gig with us.  

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It’s almost Summer!  And you know what that means???  We’re back at Fishtown Hops - Sugarhouse Casino on the river!  Thursday 5/17 6pm

[hambonerelay-blog]

Look out world!  We’re back at it this weekend.  SPRING TOUR 2018

4/6 - Brooklyn, NY -The Way Station - 9pm

4/7 - Newark, DE - Home Grown Cafe - 10pm (w/ The Groove Merchants)

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Musikfest Cafe

2.22.18

opening for The James Hunter Six

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Look out New England...here we come!

Friday, 3/2 Starlite Gallery - Southbridge, MA

Saturday, 3/3 Andy’s Old Port Pub - Portland, ME

Sunday, 3/4 Newburyport Brewing Co. - Newburyport, MA

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American Hi-Fi, by Hambone Relay

3 track album

Check out our recent release!  “American Hi-Fi” (EP) released on January 5, 2018 featuring the single “Grape Soda” with some awesome work by the Phonies Horn Section. 

[hexxxlife]

pnin the ass

like you, i despair when my laptop appears to only sense the wifi coming from my jam-rock neighbor house band across the street. how am i supposed to browse the Reformation sale while ill without a lightning fast internet connection. what the hell am i going to wear to my brother’s wedding in Costa Rica in 2017. how am i supposed to celebrate one more year alive, and the matrimonial vows of my sacred biological brother-- without a sick look to go with. you might laugh, but i was thinking of bringing spanish goth back. that doesn’t sound like me right?? putting a week long moratorium on denim doesn’t sound like me two years ago, but we all know nothing gold can stay. 

the other night, i had a profound conversation in line at the grocery store buying wine, hummus and cat food with a woman who was also buying wine, hummus and cat food. she appeared about ten years my senior, but the struggle is ageless and universal. i ran to the back end cap to grab some ice cream for my boyfriend, and returned presently with an apologetic litany only a woman bleeding into a spool of cotton between the thighs in Vons can produce: 

“i promised myself before i left the house that i wasn’t going to buy my boyfriend any ice cream. he didn’t ask me for ice cream, or not to buy him any. i had this whole conversation in my head without him, now i’m caving. really healthy right?”

she was like,

“girl, i did the same thing the other night.”

“why do boys deserve ice cream???”

“I DON’T KNOW.”

“i really wanna stress he didn’t ask me for ice cream. i just know he wants it all the time.”

“they’re just so cute when they’re lying in bed, silently wanting ice cream.”

“I KNOW RIGHT, FUCK.”

then a popular 90s ballad by (who the fuck else) Bryan Adams washed over the Vons speakers and i knew i was meant to buy this bed bound man ice cream without him asking. i knew it with the burning certainty of a thousand spinning planets. i brought the ice cream home and it was like god smiling upon this young man and our love. and no this is not just the fever that i’ve had for three days talking. shit maybe i hallucinated this whole trip to the grocery store. maybe that woman in line was a mirage-- a broken fractal of my spirit animal. she switched the cat food brand last minute in line cuz she was certain her cat was gonna be mad. this has to be a sign. f this was my fever induced spiritual avatar--- WHAT DOES IT MEAN. 

DID I EVEN BUY ANY ICE CREAM

DID MY LITERARY REFERENCE NOT EVEN MAKE SENSE>>> SHOULD WE HAVE BEEN TALKING PROUST  THIS WHOLE TIME 

HAVE I REALLY JUST BEEN SITTING IN MY ROOM SWEATING OUT A FEVER FOR THREE DAYS HOPING WELSH CRIME DRAMAS CURE THE SUMMER FLU

THAT REALLY DOESN”T

SOUND LIKE ME.

[scarletfire817]

#frostytrees at #wolfcreek. #gnarnia #winterwonderland #sickbrah