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2-9-07 - Ask us how to get the new Floridas Dying Sampler (although I cant guarantee youll get a coherent answer...)
10-2-06 - Dave is still out for an undetermined amount of time, but instead of calling it quits, The F-Pipes have decided to start playing shows again. Shawn is now spanking the skins and Scotty from the Hex Tremors is up front noodling and sliding all over the fuckin place on lead guitar...Matt and myself are still the eye candy with Damon screaming till our ears bleed...Come on out to our first reunion with the fan(s)
7-16-06 - If you havent heard the news, Dave Scott got attacked by a dolly at the local 7-Eleven. The F-Pipes are on hold until our drummer is able to play again...
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11-13-05 - Last night I saw th F-Pipes perform at the Backbooth for the umpteenth time. Their bass player, one Jesse Schwindler, suggested I write about the experience in my blog, as they have received zero to no press since forming in 2003. Perhaps he thinks his band can piggyback on my success. It wouldn’t be the first time someone rode my coattails to glory.
Usually the F-Pipes are so hammered that their set is an unmitigated disaster. This was not the case last night. Nay, last night the lads were on the brink of total inebriation, but cross the line into complete shit-facedom they did not. Soundwise, they were plagued with the usual problems; the anguished vocals of lead singer Damon could barely be heard, and Mr. Schwindler’s bass was just a wee bit louder than the invasion at Normandy. That being said, the Pipes were tight, and not one of them walked off stage before they were officially finished.
I found it interesting that they closed with "The Matador," a song regarding the unrequited love of a man for his own butt, and then immediately encored with G.G. Allin’s "I Wanna Fuck Myself," another not-so-subtle ode to self-boning. These two companion pieces could be the start of a perverted rock opera, although I think the band should focus on working out their levels before tackling anything so auspicious. James Greene
10-28-05 - The show drew a respectable crowd, evenly split between aging punks and hippies like me, and a younger crowd who likely never owned a piece of vinyl, except for maybe a bustier. The crowd was pleasantly laid back as we patiently waded thorough The F-Pipes a band that gets an A+ on attitude and a D+ on musical ability. They made do with a single chord, a single beat, and single volume setting that buried any lyrics that might lurk inside. They drew a few half-hearted "fuck you’s" from the crowd, but even the die-hards in the front row seemed uninterested. On a positive note, their drummer looked great and kept things rolling, but I have absolutely no idea what they were singing about. INK 19
