While I looked nervously around the venue at the spectacle surrounding me, I couldn't imagine that one day I would belong to the sweating, chanting, writhing masses that I witnessed at countless biscuits shows before I "got it." Now, I can't imagine a day without listening to Tractorbeam as loud as possible in my headphones in the library while scaring those next to me or talking obsessively about recent setlists and jams with anyone who will listen. I'll admit it, before I really got into the Biscuits and understood what inverted meant or that Hot Air Balloon and Chemical Warfare Brigade were shining beacons of musical genius, I hid behind a facade and pretend to hate the Biscuits out of pure jealousy because I just didn't get it. Now, I respect the complexities of the composition, ponder the meanings of "42", and can go head to head with anybody who dares to challenge my claim to being this band's biggest fan. I may not have made a feature film or have a tattoo, but I have PASSION! Seriously,I wish that there was a way that I could do a dramatic reading of my comment to you guys because you would be able to see the passion oozing from every pore. I have nothing to go on except my word and desire to let you know how much your music means to me...I love you guys and your music with my whole heart. There is never a moment when I am not thinking about, listening to, or watching the Disco Biscuits. This band has taken me all over the country, introduced me to some of the most amazing friends that I've ever had, and kept me up til sunrise singing "Humuhumunukunukuapua'a" on the Bay in Baltimore (yes, I can pronounce that!) I have skipped countless classes, spent thousands of dollars, and I think I may have told the same professor on four separate occasions that my Grandma was dead so that I could get out of class early to make it to a show on time. But none of that matters when I think of the huge impact that this band has had and will continue to have on me...sorry Grandma. When I reflect on the past few years, memories of being with the Biscuits stand out in my mind as the best. Even during the worst times, I find refuge and comfort in knowing that happiness is only a sick fucking version of "Spraypaint" away. Seriously, I love you guys. I would walk to the ends of the earth and potentially leap into space to see you guys (Space Bisco 2012, anybody??) Your music makes me feel at home, your presence makes me want to scream from the rooftops of your greatness, and your sheer badassery slays me. You will not find a more ecstatic or loyal fan anytime, anywhere. What other fan only exclusively wears the underwear that says "Biscuits" across the ass? I own upwards of twenty pairs. I bought my dad the circle logo necklace pendant for Christmas recently just so I could get you guys' name out to the 60+ crowd at the nursing home... I have worked tirelessly handing out flyers. I have verbally berated anyone who desecrates your sacred name. And I've had the same Biscuits coozie for five years and got into a hobo fight when a bum tried to jack it. Please, for the love of God, recognize me as your biggest fan! You will not find a more deserving or a appreciative lady anywhere...again, thanks for your music and for keeping me passionate about something...even if that something may be four dudes that I've never met in a trance-fusion band. You guys rock and I can't wait to see you at camp!
There was a time when I might have qualified for this. Like when I dragged three friends to Jamcruise I & converted two of em into fans for life. Then we drove from DC>Orange County NY on 2 cylinders since 2 were shot. After an epic sleep while the car was repaired we made it all the way back to Rochester NY only to decide it was too cold & hop on a plane back down to Tampa for the 3 night post Jamcruise 2 run, culminating with the emotional Jeremy Wainland HAB tribute.
Or when I reached the end of my savings & got my first credit card in order to do the entire fall 06 run. When my ride decided to head home after Urbana I managed to get to Kansas>CO>Memphis>Atlanta>New York due to the good will of just a few of the many amazing friends I've made through this band.
Or when I left NYC curled up hungover in the back of a van heading up to moe.down. I brought a festival ticket for a single Biscuits set which was cut short due to rain, and left early the next day to get to the next show.
Or when I spent Feb-June 06 going to almost every show, from NJ>FL>Amsterdam>VT>VA>NC>AL>GA>TN>WI>IL>DC and back watching their amazing new drummer learn to gel with the band.
These days I'm more focused on creating something for myself, but there are certain events I will not miss. The first show at Red Rocks, played impeccably for what was probably the biggest crowd of their career. The Dewey Beach show, site of my second show ever & the show that I "got it". Or Camp Bisco, one of the few festivals left with any sort of variety or soul.
Last year I worked my ass off and sacrificed many shows that by most accounts where pretty excellent. I was successful and as a result I now owe the government more in taxes than I would like to admit. But I'm going to let the interest build up just a bit longer, so that I can make it up to Camp Bisco in two weeks. So I think you should give me the free tickets, I'll thank you, and so will Uncle Sam.
As your biggest fan, I have decided to express my devotion and gratitude to tDB by creating a full-length feature film about the band. While the movie treatment is much too lengthy to include here, please find below a brief synopsis: Old Man MacIntyre, a seemingly harmless and good-intentioned fellow, decides to follow his life's dream to re-open Wally World as a haunted amusement park. For the grand opening, he enlists the help of a band who he knows will draw a big crowd: the Disco Biscuits. The much anticipated night rolls around, and the opening act's performance by Orchard Lounge (they're so hot right now) goes off without a hitch. The first set begins, and just as tDB go into a thirty minute You and I-> Inv. Resurrection-> You and I, Brownie looks over and notices that Steve the Sound Guy is nowhere to be found. As the set ends, Bethany and Spencer frantically approach the band and announce that Ben has mysteriously disappeared! tDB decide to investigate. After some serious detective work, they discover that Old Man MacIntyre has kidnapped them both. Barber reaches over and pulls off MacIntyre's mask, and it's none other than Bobby Weir. He explains that it was a part of his master plan to thwart the rapid growth of the electronic music scene. His last words are, "And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for you meddling kids!" I also have some ideas for casting. I have been working very hard to hire these actors to play the main roles in the film: Magner-Sir Elton John (Not in a Birdcage gay sort of way; more like a Priscilla Queen of the Desert gay). Allen-Ron Howard, circa 1970, is my first choice. However, my time machine has been broken for some time, and I've put off its repair to concentrate on the film. My second choice is Conan O'Brien, the world's largest ginger. Brownie-Stephen Colbert. Who better to play someone who likes to talk than the world's biggest narcissist? Barber-Denzel Washington. Old Man MacIntyre-Christopher Lloyd. Based on his performance as "Doc" in the Back to the Future Trilogy, he should be perfect. On another note, he might be able to fix my time machine. I am just waiting to hear back from a few investors to get this project off the ground. I will save you some front-row seats at opening night.
It all started at All Good '06, my first show and I have been hooked ever since. I have been to 26 shows, traveling 4+ hours,often solo, for most shows and honestly I haven't really listened to any other music since discovering you. If I do put another band on, it doesn't last for much more than 5 minutes because nothing is as exciting, emotional, innovative, improvisational, or inspiring as the music the four of you gentlemen make on a day to day basis. On June 24th, I had major surgery to remove part of my large intestine, my goal from the time you announced the Acme, PA show was to be out for that show(ignorant an idea as it may have been); most thought it impossible, but seeing that show gave me the inspiration to recover in time. Well I did, and I was released at 4pm on the 28th. I got home, changed, had a friend pick me up(his first show) and off we went to 'The Church'; unfortunately we arrived during Park Ave., missing RLH>Magellan. I still had to wear my hospital gown because any pant seam would drive my staples into my abdomen. The show was great, I wish I could have raged that venue harder due to how incredible it was, but I guess I used my better judgement. Everything was going great until I was admitted to the hospital AGAIN the next day due to further complications from my surgery. I am currently sitting in this damn plastic hospital bed writing this, what now seems slightly pathetic, blog to try to convince you that I am your biggest fan and would do just about anything to experience your live shows, including convincing hospital staff that I am well enough to be discharged, all with the complete intention of going straight to your show. Your band has given me everything I didn't even know I desired in music and I thank you so much for that. Please continue to melt faces time after time and I will continue to provide a face to melt, because you got you got I and I got I got you. Thank you The Disco Biscuits, you truly are one of the greatest, most steadfast, and reliable things in my life; no matter how my day goes, your music makes it better. Peace.
Within my life and crazy voyages all over this planet, I have been so lucky and proud to have the disco biscuits as a guiding force of music to listen to in good times and bad. To me, being the biggest fan isn't something I can just pinpoint to one show or event. It is a montage of amazing experiences and events that always end at a show with the biscuits almost telepathically playing songs that correlate to my life. These experiences span over 9 years. For example, there was the snowstorm on the holiday tour where I couldn't see anything in NYC driving around just trying to find the bridge to long Island wondering if I would ever make it out. Sure enough we did, and to get rewarded with a chemical warfare opera in a snowed in Vanderbilt weekend. WOW! Also, one of the years they played at the Fillmore in SF and my grandfather had passed away two nights before, I was devastated. However, I was scheduled to take the red-eye out of SF that night, so I went to the Fillmore for the first set and the amazing staff there let me check my luggage into the coat check. Biscuits came out and opened with "Hope", literally sending me into tears as I continued to dance my ass off for the rest of that set. I ran out at intermission with the staff handing me my luggage, saying, "good luck." Most recently, The Norva show; what can be said about that, other then flawless! However, it is the subtleties that make it so special, such as having a connection with certain songs like I-man with my last name started with I; my favorite number being 27 and hearing Browning say we will be back in 27 minutes, and living in Humboldt battling with the Diesel and having the story be related to that. Finally, just simply traveling 14 hours round trip either in a car or plane year in and out to witness the magic. These are the things that make me feel like a massive fan, the little things that come along with the amazing shows and dancing. This is why I LOVE coming back!
Hello Disco Biscuits It all started years ago at the Avalon in Boston. I have been to about 100 shows in the past few years. I did HighSierra,West Coast Tour, the Fox and Trancegression all by myself one summer. I got my two German friends into the Disco Biscuits and they are spreading Biscuit love all over Europe now. I went to Carribean Holidaze the past two years and last year I just bought day passes for all the shows and slept on the beach. At the last leap year run in Sayerville, NJ I locked my keys in the car and ripped off my sun roof so I could get out of that shady lot after the show. I drove with a hole in my roof for almost a half year..but it was worth it for those mind-blowing shows! The little kids I teach yoga and art to love jamming out to the Biscuits during my classes. I ran a birthday party with 20 10-year olds and they were all doing Yoga to the Biscuits. The five year old I watch rocks the Biscuit sweatbands I bought him all the time. I was one of the last of five getting down with Dr.Famous at the late night Disco in Jamacia. Not a day in my life goes by without listening to the Disco Biscuits. I have dance parties in my room, by myself, listening to the Biscuits. Even if I don't win, I want to Thank all of you for making my life an amazing adventure and "taking all my fuckin money"! See you at Camp Bisco! Namaste, Kimberly Berry
To say the least my life revolves around the biscuits. I have tons and tons of biscuits shows and thats basically the only thing i listen to. I go to every show that i can and travel far distances. I usually dont have money so i do things like sell my clothes. For the third night of the near years run in ny i walked across town with a garbage bag filled with clothes that weighed about thirty pounds to a consignment shop. Im a really small girl so thats alot for me to carry I only got thirty dollars for that so i cleaned the nastiest house i have ever seen. Me and my fiancee also drove to ny and back to bethlehem pa three nights in a row. we got there three hours early the second night and waited in the freezing cold to make sure we got tickets because they were sold out. Ive been trying to make it to camp for the last two years but stupid shit came up so i wasnt able to make it. Im getting a biscuits tattoo when i have enough money. My fiancee is also a huge biscuits fan and we have talked about how awesome it would be to get married at a biscuits show/camp or have you play our wedding. those are big dreams of course but you can make one little dream come true by picking me as the winner. My fiancee and all of my friends are going and i would be the only poor soul not there raging like crazy. You guys are on fire and i cant even explain how you make me feel when i hear your music and i would hate to miss camp.
What up biscuits, thank you for keeping my head in check and my body moving. Some people go to church I go to the biscuits show. I sold my car and quit my job in order to make it to see Bisco Inferno and i wouldn't hesitate to do it again. This year has been insanely sick for the biscuits and camp is fixing to be off the walls. Can't wait to see you in my hometown and keep on killing it.
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When I reflect on the past few years, memories of being with the Biscuits stand out in my mind as the best. Even during the worst times, I find refuge and comfort in knowing that happiness is only a sick fucking version of "Spraypaint" away.
Seriously, I love you guys. I would walk to the ends of the earth and potentially leap into space to see you guys (Space Bisco 2012, anybody??) Your music makes me feel at home, your presence makes me want to scream from the rooftops of your greatness, and your sheer badassery slays me.
You will not find a more ecstatic or loyal fan anytime, anywhere. What other fan only exclusively wears the underwear that says "Biscuits" across the ass? I own upwards of twenty pairs. I bought my dad the circle logo necklace pendant for Christmas recently just so I could get you guys' name out to the 60+ crowd at the nursing home... I have worked tirelessly handing out flyers. I have verbally berated anyone who desecrates your sacred name. And I've had the same Biscuits coozie for five years and got into a hobo fight when a bum tried to jack it. Please, for the love of God, recognize me as your biggest fan! You will not find a more deserving or a appreciative lady anywhere...again, thanks for your music and for keeping me passionate about something...even if that something may be four dudes that I've never met in a trance-fusion band. You guys rock and I can't wait to see you at camp!
Or when I reached the end of my savings & got my first credit card in order to do the entire fall 06 run. When my ride decided to head home after Urbana I managed to get to Kansas>CO>Memphis>Atlanta>New York due to the good will of just a few of the many amazing friends I've made through this band.
Or when I left NYC curled up hungover in the back of a van heading up to moe.down. I brought a festival ticket for a single Biscuits set which was cut short due to rain, and left early the next day to get to the next show.
Or when I spent Feb-June 06 going to almost every show, from NJ>FL>Amsterdam>VT>VA>NC>AL>GA>TN>WI>IL>DC and back watching their amazing new drummer learn to gel with the band.
These days I'm more focused on creating something for myself, but there are certain events I will not miss. The first show at Red Rocks, played impeccably for what was probably the biggest crowd of their career. The Dewey Beach show, site of my second show ever & the show that I "got it". Or Camp Bisco, one of the few festivals left with any sort of variety or soul.
Last year I worked my ass off and sacrificed many shows that by most accounts where pretty excellent. I was successful and as a result I now owe the government more in taxes than I would like to admit. But I'm going to let the interest build up just a bit longer, so that I can make it up to Camp Bisco in two weeks. So I think you should give me the free tickets, I'll thank you, and so will Uncle Sam.
Old Man MacIntyre, a seemingly harmless and good-intentioned fellow, decides to follow his life's dream to re-open Wally World as a haunted amusement park. For the grand opening, he enlists the help of a band who he knows will draw a big crowd: the Disco Biscuits. The much anticipated night rolls around, and the opening act's performance by Orchard Lounge (they're so hot right now) goes off without a hitch. The first set begins, and just as tDB go into a thirty minute You and I-> Inv. Resurrection-> You and I, Brownie looks over and notices that Steve the Sound Guy is nowhere to be found. As the set ends, Bethany and Spencer frantically approach the band and announce that Ben has mysteriously disappeared! tDB decide to investigate. After some serious detective work, they discover that Old Man MacIntyre has kidnapped them both. Barber reaches over and pulls off MacIntyre's mask, and it's none other than Bobby Weir. He explains that it was a part of his master plan to thwart the rapid growth of the electronic music scene. His last words are, "And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for you meddling kids!"
I also have some ideas for casting. I have been working very hard to hire these actors to play the main roles in the film:
Magner-Sir Elton John (Not in a Birdcage gay sort of way; more like a Priscilla Queen of the Desert gay).
Allen-Ron Howard, circa 1970, is my first choice. However, my time machine has been broken for some time, and I've put off its repair to concentrate on the film. My second choice is Conan O'Brien, the world's largest ginger.
Brownie-Stephen Colbert. Who better to play someone who likes to talk than the world's biggest narcissist?
Barber-Denzel Washington.
Old Man MacIntyre-Christopher Lloyd. Based on his performance as "Doc" in the Back to the Future Trilogy, he should be perfect. On another note, he might be able to fix my time machine.
I am just waiting to hear back from a few investors to get this project off the ground. I will save you some front-row seats at opening night.
Also, one of the years they played at the Fillmore in SF and my grandfather had passed away two nights before, I was devastated. However, I was scheduled to take the red-eye out of SF that night, so I went to the Fillmore for the first set and the amazing staff there let me check my luggage into the coat check. Biscuits came out and opened with "Hope", literally sending me into tears as I continued to dance my ass off for the rest of that set. I ran out at intermission with the staff handing me my luggage, saying, "good luck."
Most recently, The Norva show; what can be said about that, other then flawless! However, it is the subtleties that make it so special, such as having a connection with certain songs like I-man with my last name started with I; my favorite number being 27 and hearing Browning say we will be back in 27 minutes, and living in Humboldt battling with the Diesel and having the story be related to that. Finally, just simply traveling 14 hours round trip either in a car or plane year in and out to witness the magic. These are the things that make me feel like a massive fan, the little things that come along with the amazing shows and dancing. This is why I LOVE coming back!
It all started years ago at the Avalon in Boston. I have been to about 100 shows in the past few years. I did HighSierra,West Coast Tour, the Fox and Trancegression all by myself one summer. I got my two German friends into the Disco Biscuits and they are spreading Biscuit love all over Europe now. I went to Carribean Holidaze the past two years and last year I just bought day passes for all the shows and slept on the beach. At the last leap year run in Sayerville, NJ I locked my keys in the car and ripped off my sun roof so I could get out of that shady lot after the show. I drove with a hole in my roof for almost a half year..but it was worth it for those mind-blowing shows! The little kids I teach yoga and art to love jamming out to the Biscuits during my classes. I ran a birthday party with 20 10-year olds and they were all doing Yoga to the Biscuits. The five year old I watch rocks the Biscuit sweatbands I bought him all the time. I was one of the last of five getting down with Dr.Famous at the late night Disco in Jamacia. Not a day in my life goes by without listening to the Disco Biscuits. I have dance parties in my room, by myself, listening to the Biscuits. Even if I don't win, I want to Thank all of you for making my life an amazing adventure and "taking all my fuckin money"! See you at Camp Bisco!
Namaste,
Kimberly Berry