The Bird Brains (Above) packing The Jungle at the debut of new lead singer Patrick McGrath.
Put pucks on net and something good is bound to happen. This was by far the best night in Bird Brains history and thank you to our fans first and foremost. I'm not sure what was in those BL smoothies this evening, but it feels very fitting that the flock was going bananas at The Jungle. Cannot begin this blog without acknowledgment of the Bird Brains newest frontman. Disclaimer: the product of chamomile tea will not provide you with tolerable vocals and should only be used by professionals approved by the board of PMG. With that being said, it's not uncommon that Michaelango would toss on a Pat McGrath mixtape to find inspiration for painting the Sistine Chapel. Kids a cash singing, ear ringing, big swinging like Ortiz in the 9th inning, dad winning, type of guy that found his groove on hits like Tennessee Whiskey, Summer of 69, and Zombie to elevate the Birds on Saturday night. Shoutout the sultry fan section this evening that downed dozens of bomb pops to put their boys face on a stick and throw him the queens wave sporting custom merch. Sensational, and I'm not talking that Larsa Pippen love story.
Zombie solo incoming (Above) from Anderson with a bass face on full display from Jake the Rake.
On a note of the usual suspects JC, Jakey, Sammy, & Drewcifer, they rode the eternal edge of band enlightenment and total disaster making these Brains, a can't live with em, can't live without em sort of love. Comparable to a BC football program, no matter what, if you tailgate enough, it slaps like a Bill Fris cupcheck to a Marlboro Gold from the Shih collection. For some gardeners in a war, the boys pulled off another one, right down the middle like a DJ Khaled stinger at a Las Vegas TopGolf. Next stop Cantab Lounge in February. Did somebody say Free Bird? Probably. See you there.
Yours Truly,
The Bird Brains
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