<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36927535</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:58:16.348-07:00</updated><category term='tour'/><category term='Kyle'/><category term='CMJ New York'/><category term='Jimmy Eat World'/><category term='Reno'/><title type='text'>THE UNPOLISHED PROSE</title><subtitle type='html'>THE WORDS AND THOUGHTS OF THE STILETTO FORMAL</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Stiletto Formal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11817941902177805883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/callmewutyawant2/boomstick.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36927535.post-7323980341558504699</id><published>2007-11-01T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:22:23.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CMJ New York'/><title type='text'>Message from Kyle at CMJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JiOJ64IxhEE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JiOJ64IxhEE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video message from Kyle at CMJ in New York.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36927535-7323980341558504699?l=theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7323980341558504699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36927535&amp;postID=7323980341558504699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/7323980341558504699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/7323980341558504699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/2007/11/message-from-kyle-at-cmj.html' title='Message from Kyle at CMJ'/><author><name>The Stiletto Formal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11817941902177805883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/callmewutyawant2/boomstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36927535.post-6787813693105544699</id><published>2007-10-14T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:26:22.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy Eat World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reno'/><title type='text'>Home for tour with Jimmy Eat World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://a610.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_2282595c53cbf17026e8b64822770d41.jpg" border="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jim and our Plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we just got home from tour with Jimmy Eat World and it was an amazing time. Everyone on the tour was ridiculously cool. In Reno we all hit the blackjack tables but the cards were mad at all of us (except Paul of course) but it was still really fun. Our DJ set afterwards was really fun too (thanks XO bar), and our buddy Brian definitely got all the respect points for holding down the dance mixes. Hopefully we'll be doing more after party's so if you come to a show be sure to come talk to us to get the info on whats goin' down. I wanna thank Christina and Chelsea for lettin' us crash, we love you guys. Now comes the 40 hour drive to NY...sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36927535-6787813693105544699?l=theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6787813693105544699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36927535&amp;postID=6787813693105544699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/6787813693105544699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/6787813693105544699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/2007/10/home-for-tour-with-jimmy-eat-world.html' title='Home for tour with Jimmy Eat World...'/><author><name>The Stiletto Formal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11817941902177805883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/callmewutyawant2/boomstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36927535.post-117025201770373792</id><published>2007-01-31T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T06:00:17.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new record</title><content type='html'>So, i honestly find it hard to believe than anyone gives a damn about what i have to say, who the hell am i? but i recently saw that many people's blogs are frequently read and it made sense in a strange way. With that said, we are working on a new record. We took time for the holidays and for Paul to wed the his amazing wife Sydney, and during that time we started to conceptualize a new record. Maybe i'm being too honest, or maybe i'm just drunk and it's 6:46 am but writing this record is taking alot outta me. i just want you (and by "you" i mean the people that honestly give a damn; if ur taking the time to read this than i assume that means you) to know that these songs are not made to be commodities. whether you like them or hate them, i want you to know where they came from so at least they can be deemed genuine. if there are any questions regarding the basis or theme or any lyric please ask. I'd love to answer it, if anyone gives a damn. if its on myspace make the header: to kyle. i dont check it that much but when i do i'll look for that. or just post it here. &lt;br /&gt;kyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36927535-117025201770373792?l=theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/feeds/117025201770373792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36927535&amp;postID=117025201770373792' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/117025201770373792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/117025201770373792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-record.html' title='new record'/><author><name>The Stiletto Formal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11817941902177805883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/callmewutyawant2/boomstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36927535.post-116678553341161712</id><published>2006-12-22T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T03:05:33.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im in mexico</title><content type='html'>Informers tell me to post on this thing because people enjoy reading the affaifs of others. I reply that it makes me feel pretentious which is why i've never cared too much for myspace. Anyways, i gave in, partially because i'm lonely and partially because my computer in PHX is dead and i cant write a story. i'm in Mexico visiting my family. It is amazing and horribly boring at the same time. Mexico is beautiful, and my mother and step-father are lovely people, but i wish there were someone to share the subtleties of this country. She exists but thousands of kilometers away. She exists but as a previous experience. I went on a boat ride that envolved bellydancers, a bagpipe player, and free margaritas that more resembled lemon-lime gatorade and tequila. She would have loved it. I spent the rest of my night at an old couples restaurant drinking a bottle of pinot noir to myself, they played sinatra (sp?) i wished she were there. Once again, i dont know why i posted this, so if it didn't interest you i apologise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36927535-116678553341161712?l=theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/feeds/116678553341161712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36927535&amp;postID=116678553341161712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116678553341161712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116678553341161712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-in-mexico_22.html' title='im in mexico'/><author><name>The Stiletto Formal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11817941902177805883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/callmewutyawant2/boomstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36927535.post-116616250136519877</id><published>2006-12-14T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:01:41.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Party...!</title><content type='html'>So, Patrick and I made the greuling trek from Phoenix to Nebraska the other day. What blew our minds was that within 1 hour of our trip we were already seeing snow/sleet/ice/rain...all that crap! We knew that this was only a little bit of what was to come. Patrick is a driving MACHINE! Straight through he drove through the snow, the ice, and the bitter potential of destruction. But it did not come. I remember one instance in a shitty truck stop in Western NE where Pat talked about his future in truck driving. He wanted to become a professional truck driver that dresses suave. You know...like suits and shit. A scrawny lil 140 lb. tight-dressin' ladies-man driving TRUCKS! He said, "I'll get all the ladies this way." I replied..."Dude, what ladies are waiting in line for truck drivers?"&lt;br /&gt; "Well, there aren't any yet...but there will be!"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, okay, I feel ya," I agreed that this was indeed a possible reality in the years to come in the life of Patrick McFly. So the trip started off well. We left only a half hour later than we shot for which is actually very shocking. Ate Del Taco within 30 min. of the trip during a lil refueling break. Then, like I stated before, the bitter cold of the winter reared it's ugly head. I finished a delicious book (it's actually Stephen's, but I stole it...I'll return it though; I promise!) called "Killing Yourself to Live." I forget the author. Sorry. I probably slept after that. We had very very little funds. In fact, we didn't even think we'd make it back with the money that we did have. I offered, as a last resort, to write a bad check. Luckily we didn't have to resort to that...but damn it was close. So anyway...driving=excessive smoking. We were like crack addicts but with discipline. We timed out our cigarette celebrations. This didn't last long. The first pack was gone before we got out of Arizona. Shitty. Then we probably got lost shortly after this nap that I was talking about. I remember waking up in the late evening at a Shell in bum-fuck Egypt. My eyes were hurting. I conluded that this was most likely due to me wearing my contacts non-stop for the last 3 weeks. Not good. So I took 'em out and was convinced that my left eye was going blind. Seriously...it was on fire, and i couldn't even open it. Pat got me Visine. He's a sweet-heart. That was maybe the highlight of the trip so far, despite the shitty circumstances. We got lost on a circular interstate in Colorado somewhere in the middle of the night. We went into numerous gas stations to steal glances at maps, but we think we actually went the wrong way and went full-circle around a mountain and ended up at one of those same gas stations. Twilight Zone shit goin on. FInally we were on the right track to NE. Pat scored a Buy 1 get 1 Camel deal at the shittiest exit off the freeway on the planet. But, it wasn't so shitty this time. Eventually We arrived in Wahoo, NE. This was the meeting place for my father to pick me up and take me to my hometown of WP. Pat then had about 24 hours to soak up NE and enjoy NOT being in a car before he left again on a 15 hour voyage to Ohio for a family vacation. &lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, we ate Peanut Butter sandwiches, Chico-Stix, Peanuts, Fritos, Salt &amp; Pepper Chips, Cookies, and drank Coke and Water. We listened to These Arms, Cursive, Radiohead, Deerhoof, Massive Attack, 16-Horsepower, Beck, The Bled, Bloc Party, Refused, Dane Cook, ETID, Evaline as well as others I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;Our Journey was a memorable one. Good and Bad. But in one month we'll do it all over again, but this time we have Phoenix to look forward to at the end of the road. Ve' Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Brady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36927535-116616250136519877?l=theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/feeds/116616250136519877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36927535&amp;postID=116616250136519877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116616250136519877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116616250136519877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-party.html' title='Xmas Party...!'/><author><name>The Stiletto Formal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11817941902177805883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/callmewutyawant2/boomstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36927535.post-116494961005584792</id><published>2006-11-30T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T21:45:39.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from tour:</title><content type='html'>So we are out on tour right now with our great friends The Valley Arena and our new BFF Brilliant Red Lights. The tour is going great! We have taken a ton of photos, here are a bunch of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/bradyworking.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady and Pat loading the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/kylescar.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are following Kyles car. He might have known where he was going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/directions.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have not heard, our RV is dead. So we are touring in a Ford F-150 and Kyles Corola. Here is Paul giving Kyle directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/sunnysleeping.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny sleeping in the back of the truck on the way to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/paulnotdriving.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul stoked on life because he doesn't have to do all the driving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/happykyle.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Kyle in Fresno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/kyleandsunny.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and Sunny, ah aren't they so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/loading.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loading before the Fresno show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/patsettingup.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat setting up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/livefresno.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live on the first night of "The Epic Journry Tour!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/kyleandsteve.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and Steve in Fresno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/brl.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briliant Red Lights rocking the house down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/khbl.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and Brady in Fresno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/punchwaren.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girl punched Waren in Long Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/both.jpg" border="0"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bottom Of The Hill Rocks. And it is really at the bottom of a hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/valive.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Valley Arena rocking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/sanfranlive.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us playing in San Fransisco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/livesanfran.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing at Bottom Of The Hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/paullive.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul doing what he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/whatwrong.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the San Fran show Jimi had some problems with his gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/jimnowork.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and Jimi fixing Jimis gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/glass.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat through the glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/jimsanfran.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the San Fran show, we got a chance to wonder around before we left for Sacramento. Here is Jimi on the other side of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/sunnypat.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny and Pat walking down the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/pailwalking.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and Brady walking around San Fran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/sanfran.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving out off San Fran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/paulhighonlife.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul still high on life and not driving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/livesac.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us playing live in Sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/sunnypatlive.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny and Pat playing in Sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/sunnylive.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny live in Sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the photos from the first few days, we will post some more in a few days. Just wait for all of the ones from our dance party in Sacramento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36927535-116494961005584792?l=theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/feeds/116494961005584792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36927535&amp;postID=116494961005584792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116494961005584792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116494961005584792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/2006/11/photos-from-tour.html' title='Photos from tour:'/><author><name>The Stiletto Formal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11817941902177805883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/callmewutyawant2/boomstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r110/therealstilettoformal/Stiletto%20Valley%20Tour/th_bradyworking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36927535.post-116494690366362713</id><published>2006-11-30T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:21:43.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the most fun i've had on tour</title><content type='html'>This is Kyle. This tour with The Valley Arena and Brilliant Red Lights has been ridiculously fun. It's amazing to want to watch their sets every night and wander the cities with them. Brilliant Red Lights took us to a dance club in Sacramento and I sort of remembered why tour was fun. It used to be: drive, set up, play (the happy part of the day), tear down, sleep, repeat. We would crash in parking lots and Wal-Mart became exciting. This tour in my Corolla and a pick up has been an adventure and the people are amazing. The only happiness doesn't come solely from playing now, it's also the people around us. It feels like the coffee shop tours we started out doing and i love it. I want to thank everyone who requested a song and every person kind enough to let us sleep on their floor or feed us. It means everything to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36927535-116494690366362713?l=theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/feeds/116494690366362713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36927535&amp;postID=116494690366362713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116494690366362713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116494690366362713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-most-fun-ive-had-on-tour.html' title='This is the most fun i&apos;ve had on tour'/><author><name>The Stiletto Formal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11817941902177805883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/callmewutyawant2/boomstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36927535.post-116310085946942005</id><published>2006-11-09T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:34:19.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Food Really What It's All About?</title><content type='html'>It's around noon right now, and I woke up about an hour or two ago. I'm starving. I'm usually starving around this time. I had some salted peanuts, and two granola bars waiting for me in the cupboard as of yesterday, but decided to devour them before I went to bed. Therefore, I'm stuck here on the couch with no food, but the burning desire to get up off of my ass and walk somewhere to get some with a gigantic Coffee on the side. Sounds delightful! I ate at Pita Jungle yesterday with Paul (Kyle was supposed to make it down to enjoy with us, but fell asleep and made other plans because he hates us), and it was somewhat sub-par.  I do thouroughly enjoy the cilantro-jalepeno hummus, but the Pita Burrito was a bad choice I feel. It was very messy, and after the appetizer was in my belly I really didn't feel like eating this anymore. It wasn't a hunger thing any more, or a "do I have room?" issue...it was just that it didn't look fantastic which I'm surprised at. Pita Jungle makes everything look fantastic...right? Well, needless to say, this bad menu choice will not get me down. I will make my return to the Jungle that is Pita someday soon and enjoy a new item of choice off of the menu.&lt;br /&gt;           On another note, I've decided that drinking insane amounts of water everyday would be delicious...therefore I shall drink 2-3 gallons of water everyday. 2 is dee-lish...but 3 can get to be a lil too much, especially if you haven't eaten much.&lt;br /&gt;            I may make some potatoes today. Why? Cuz that is all I own when it comes to Food. I guess I also have some avocados and some fresh pico...that sounds delicious, but then again I eat too much fresh Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;            The Stiletto Formal may make a cooking show in the very near future, just to give you a heads up. It will be epic! We're in talks with the Food Network as we speak. Or just YouTube...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Brady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36927535-116310085946942005?l=theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/feeds/116310085946942005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36927535&amp;postID=116310085946942005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116310085946942005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116310085946942005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-food-really-what-its-all-about.html' title='Is Food Really What It&apos;s All About?'/><author><name>The Stiletto Formal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11817941902177805883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/callmewutyawant2/boomstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36927535.post-116279880941785148</id><published>2006-11-05T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:40:09.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yakshimesh!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just saw Borat tonight and it was everything I hoped it would be and more. I highly recommend it. I will have to go see it again because I was laughing too hard at points that I'm sure I missed lots of little things here and there. Anyways why are you still reading this, go see it right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa-wa-wee-wah&lt;br /&gt;Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Let me know what you thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36927535-116279880941785148?l=theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/feeds/116279880941785148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36927535&amp;postID=116279880941785148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116279880941785148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116279880941785148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/2006/11/yakshimesh.html' title='Yakshimesh!!!!'/><author><name>The Stiletto Formal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11817941902177805883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/callmewutyawant2/boomstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36927535.post-116253312135888165</id><published>2006-11-02T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:52:01.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knitting Factory Anger Management</title><content type='html'>Well, on our way to LA this past Sunday the transmission to our RV decided it was time to turn in its name badge and quit without notice. About 30 miles west of Blythe we were stranded on Corn Springs Road accompanied by retired couples stopping by to let their lap dogs aid in desert fertilization. With having unknowingly used all 4 of our AAA calls for the year, our options were severely limited. We had a show at the Knitting Factory that night that we really didn't want to miss. Finally after about an hour and a half of calling everyone in our cell phone contacts, our amazing friends from the band Desole gave us the ok to use their van. Now getting the van out to Blythe was another animal.  Luckily, my loving and gorgeous fiancé, agreed to bring the van out to us and drive our buddy Steve's car back who had been driving behind us to hang out with us for a few days. Once the Van Arrived, we hitched up the trailer and sped off to the Show. With our time slot being 10:00, we arrived at 9:50 to an agitated sound guy wrapping up the mic chords and cleaning off the stage. He said that it was too late and that he had another gig coming in that they had to set up for. This was bogus because we had the room until 11:30. After some exchanging of words and an invitation from the sound guy to start throwing fists, to which I laughed in his face for, the show was indefinitely shut down by the night manager. It was lame because we haven't missed a show since our second tour. I don't think we are going to count it as a miss because we were there in time. I also want to send a thank you out to everyone that came out to the show and stayed there late in the hopes of us still playing. It really means a lot to us and we are very grateful. Either way we made it to LA for the main purpose and that is to record two new songs with the great Darrell Thorp. (i.e. Beck, Paul McCartney, and Radiohead (won Grammy), JayZ, Outkast (won Grammy), etc. etc. etc.) The Studio is mind blowing and so far recording is going off without a hitch. More details of the studio will be posted in future bloggs. Thank you for your time and if any body has a transmission for a 2001 Tioga laying around that they could let us borrow, let us know. Word to your mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36927535-116253312135888165?l=theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/feeds/116253312135888165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36927535&amp;postID=116253312135888165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116253312135888165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116253312135888165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/2006/11/knitting-factory-anger-management.html' title='Knitting Factory Anger Management'/><author><name>The Stiletto Formal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11817941902177805883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/callmewutyawant2/boomstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36927535.post-116235520478993681</id><published>2006-10-31T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:26:44.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hey Guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We created this blog so you can read what we are thinking. We will try and keep this updated with our thoughts, rants, raves, reviews, and who knows else. Hopefully we will keep with it. Please feel free to comment and let us know what you are thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Stiletto Formal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36927535-116235520478993681?l=theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/feeds/116235520478993681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36927535&amp;postID=116235520478993681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116235520478993681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36927535/posts/default/116235520478993681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunpolishedprose.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>The Stiletto Formal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11817941902177805883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/callmewutyawant2/boomstick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
