Rogue Shark

I came across the Rogue Shark Bot and after a lengthy battle I calmed the sentient beast with (of all things) a gypsy song. He purred like a kitten and then told me to "pass the song on, , do it in the form of a remix, and only give it out to loyal HP2 fans." Prove your fan-ness and come to our Fullerton show on June 11th and get the very special remix of Closet Polar Bear.

The World Is In Unspeakable Danger

So Here's the thing, I'm dead and all, but that doesn't mean I'm not looking out for you guys in the land of the living. With that in mind the following things have been brought to my attention recently:

and

This, of course, can only lead to one possible outcome, Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you the greatest threat humanity has ever known, Kung Fu Bears On Horses

If I were you guys, I'd bolt the doors and make sure your food is locked in a bear safe container.

- Dave

Things Just Got a Little Heavier!!

Hi, I'm Anthony Rondina. You might recognize me from such bands as: The Guilty Parties.... umm and... yeah, that's pretty much it!

So you're wondering why I would be posting on the Half Past Two blog, right?

Of course you are, silly! Don't be embarrassed, nobody expects you to know why--that's why I'm here--to let you know why I'm posting! Duh!

Anyway, now that you're thoroughly confused the real reason why I'm here will be revealed:

I've been recruited to pick up the bass guitar and once again rock stages all across Southern California and beyond!! So starting tonight at Aladdin Jr. in beautiful Pomona, Ca With Dubfound, The b Sharps, Outlaw Nation and Deals Gone Bad I'll officially be playing Bass for Half Past Two from now on until forever (or when they realize I don't know what I'm doing onstage and find someone who knows how to rock in a more proper fashion!).

So now, a little about me since I'm sure you're all dying to know. Once again, I'm Anthony--yes, I know; it's nice to meet me! I'm much obliged to meet you as well kind sir or madame. I rocked the bass guitar for The Guilty Parties quite handily for almost 7 years out here in Riverside and after our recent breakup I was unsure of my return to music. You see kids, I'm in the midst of earning my teaching credential as a special education teacher (two more months and I'm done! [almost]). But my good friends in HP2, a band I've admired since we played their first show 178 years ago at a wild Andrew Jackson White House party, tempted me away from a life without music filled only with education and aspirations of time travel. Did I just say time travel? Where did that come from? Who am I? What am I doing here? Why are all of my words appearing on this screen in front of me?

This post is going nowhere--just like The Guilty Parties! HEY-O!! (It's okay, we're all still good friends, otherwise this joke would be in poor taste, Just like The Guilty Parties[Double HEY-O!!!]). But really, I think this was a terrible first post, so look forward to more of this! Also, I don't feel as though I've made a point until I photoshop Dave's picture, so here it is:


That's right, you guys never saw Dave's dinosaur friend, did you? That's one of the many things I'll bring to this band!

Alright, I think that's enough.

Peace,
Anthony

I'm Dead

and frankly death gets boring, you have to type in the smallest font possible, they only ever play Slayer or Tom Waits, you can't use correct punctuation, it's a weird weird weird place to be, but most of all it's really boring; so I turn to you guys, keep me entertained, send me questions to my death formspring http://www.formspring.me/countrydavedead if the questions and answers are really good I'll repost them here, please send away, there's really nothing else to do//

+daveofthedead

Patrick Holder Sighting...In Thailand!

Patrick discusses why Thai ladyboys make the best adventuring partners.

Welcome to Handcuff Week!

In case you haven't noticed, we've recently started weekly themes that can be found in the last two weeks worth of blog posts. Today marks the first day of "Handcuff" week, so I figured I would start by thinking out loud about what handcuffs really mean to me.

Since Country Dave was recently murdered by a shark in a previous blog post, I think it's safe to let all of his skeletons out of the closet. Country Dave wasn't always country.

Circa 2010.

Sadly, "Country" Dave didn't always walk such a strait line.

"County" Dave circa 2003.

And by "County" I mean "County Prison" Dave. You see, 2003 wasn't a good year for Dave. He graduated high school but his friends ended up scattering to the winds for college. Dave was left with little prospects at home so he turned to selling pre-huffed spray paint to kids at the after school program where he claimed legitimate work. When the kids realized the colorful paper bags were impotent, they told their teachers and to make a long story short...Dave started an unhealthy obsession with Johnny Cash.

Until next time, stay away from handcuffs and spray paint!

SHARK ATTACK!!!!

HELLO HP2 FRENZ,

WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT COUNTRY DAVE WAS VICIOUSLY ATTACKED BY A ROGUE SHARK. GOOD THING I SNAPPED THIS PHOTO AS THE SHARK RAVAGED DAVE'S FACE SO THAT WE CAN TRACK DOWN THE ASSAILANT!



R.I.P. COUNTRY DAVE, R.I.P.