Sunday, August 3, 2014


Dreyfest ruled. AGAIN!!!

Thank you thank you THANK YOU to the bands, the attendees, and anyone/everyone who helped out. We are exhausted, sweaty, and giddy.....mostly giddy:

In the coming weeks, we will have a post of great photos from the fest, so please check back!

We love you all!

See you at Dreyfest!

Saturday, August 2, 2014


Dreyfest, day 3! 

This is Abe. He wants you to know that the potluck, kickball,
and even the show are LITERALLY ALL AGES!

11am - Julia Louyeast Dreyfest fermentation workshop at Pioneer Park! Yeah, learn some stuff, dummy! An instructional how-to for fermenting food/drink!

12pm - Potluck at Pioneer Park!
Eat some food with other attendees and bands and weird guys who hang in the park all day! Everyone is invited, whether you have something to share or not. FREE FOOD, bozo!

1:30-ish(?) - Kickball at Pioneer Park.
You've learned how to make kombucha, you've stuffed yourself to the teeth with beans and burritos, now run around in the sun until you feel sick playing kickball!!! After the game, head to the show! 

Saturday, August 2

The Mule Skinner

Caged Bird Songs
Bull Market
Gang Member
Lawrence, Jennifer
Medicine Bow
Echo’s Answer
Ando Ehlers
Mr. Dad
The Budgets
SHOW OVER (If you don’t leave the premises, you will be forced to watch the entire Parenthood television series. …A painful moment in Dreyfuss history.)


Friday, August 1, 2014


Hi everyone- thanks for coming out last night- we had a blast! 

Now onto Dreyfest day 2:

Imagine that they're watching us play soccer and it makes total sense.

12 noon - SOCCER at North Park! Be there!

And then the shows:


Yellowstone Valley Brewing Company
The Mule Skinner


Haints in the Holler

Hansen Dan

Saul Conrad


Halfway Killed

Spooky Action Space Captain


I’ve Had Better
Hundred Heads
Show For Nobody
Nora and the Janitors
SHOW OVER (Baby Face Nelson is security and he has a tommy gun)
Trigger Itch

Part Time Ninjas

Zip Bomb


SHOW OVER (spacecraft 
may abduct lingerers)

See you at Dreyfest!!!

Thursday, July 31, 2014


Dreyfest begins today! 

All shows are ALL AGES!

$5 per show or $10 for ALL the shows!

So whether you've been looking forward to it for a while, or you just heard about it from this post, or you are a directionless person who happens to find us while walking by a show in a stupefied haze, you're welcome to attend!

"Spare some change?"

Come down to The Railyard around 5pm, 'cause we're gonna try to stick to the schedule as tightly as we can. Then at 8:30pm, head to Black Sparrow Tattoo Club for more more more!

Here's the full rundown:




Johnny Hoffman and the Residents


Reid Perry


Wrecks Goliath

SHOW OVER (Richard scolds stragglers)
Bad Hex

Merica Strata

Idaho Green

SHOW OVER (we flood the place and set sharks loose)

See you at Dreyfest!

Wednesday, July 30, 2014


Oop! Oop! Our bad!

Well folks, we tried to squeeze as many as we could in, but that's gonna about do it for the band interviews! 

To the bands who we didn't get to in time: please understand that this in no way means that we weren't as interested in your band as we were the other bands, or that we omitted you on purpose- the fact is, we are busy busy busy folks who tried to get as much done as we could before the deadline hit, and it came fast! Please accept our sincere apologies, then gear up to start Dreyfest TOMORROW at 5:00pm at The Railyard!



Mr. Dad. G'damn!

We posed one question to one of our favorite out-of-towners...

It's time to party, DAD STYLE! *breaks out pressed button-up shirt*

Fill in the blank: Mr. Dad is ________________.

Arvin: absurd and stupid like continuing to pick your nose after the blood has begin run into your mouth. But! Hit that shit with glitter! Problem Solved!

Zach: pulling the car around. Get ready to leave and put your shoes on.

Chris: A band. Opps I meant A bad*. Opppzz I meant a group of bad people*. WHOOOPS what I am trying to say is that Mr.Dad is composed of four lowlife pig children in boy suits thinking the can pull shits, that should only be given, from people by 1.HATING MUSIC (All of us fucking HATE music except for the following bands- 3 Doors Down feat Bob Seger, Sheryl Crow, Sheryl Crow feat Kid Rock, and Will Smith, Post "Big Willie Style") 2. By being real genuine piles of garbage (Who forgot to take the trash to the curb, move that load from the washer to the dryer? Oh what's that, we need a ride to the liquor store? And can you swing us through a drive threw, plus we don't get paid until fucking never so could you spot us?). 3. We physically cannot bring ourselves to give a shit about any of this. This isn't some "tough guy" not giving a shit...shit. Its more like we're just losers. Losers who suck. The only thing that concerns us are the orange, cheeto stained fingerprints at the scene of your bong crimezzz in the back of Dad's tool shed.


Mr. Dad plays Saturday night at The Mule Skinner. See it to believe it!



Brace yourselves Festakotans...

It is looking like Dreyfest is hosting another bittersweet goodbye. This one is from our friends and peers (and enemies? (and lovers? (and guys we occasionally see at Sears when we are in need of lightly starched khaki workslacks? (I'm talking about Henry; which is weird because I ran into him at Sears even though he's the only one in the band who doesn't work there. (That never actually happened; I would never frequent a place where Jordan or Michael work. (Unless they worked at that Thai restaurant on the westend, but even then, I would probably just get it for take out so I wouldn't have to see them for longer than two minutes. (What were we talking about? (Oh yeah!)))))))): SHOW FOR NOBODY.

So the guys are going off to school (middle school exchange programs??) and we are all going to miss them and wish their band was still a thing. I don't feel like I need to explain why or anything, but I will anyway: their band is really good. They know I think that, and I was even supposed to write something up for them about why they kick so much ass, but with a billion things on my list of to-dos, I think I probably won't get to it. Which sucks...but as a consolation, I can at least say something short and sweet here: 

People don't realize how rare it is for a band to have a fully formed identity- one that is natural, but unique enough to be soley "theirs"- I don't even know that THESE guys are aware of it, but they have it. It may have to do with having a few common musical influences between them...but a bigger contributer to their band's identity is just that they are friends in a band with other friends. They have the sort of mutual respect and mutual disrespect that only good friends can have for each other, and it makes their music seem as natural as the evident interplay between their personalities when the three of them engage in conversation. Who knows what they will do musically after the band breaks up, but I'm 100% sure that they will look back at Show For Nobody with the same fondness that they hold for each other as people. And then they'll probably ridicule each other.

And that cinches it: the 80's are back.

You are ________, and you ____________ the ____________ with __________ and ___________ in _________________.

H: Henry Goodridge, protect, drums, sticks, sometimes kicks, Chex Mix
J: J, o, r, d, a, n

M: Michael "Michael" Siebert, play, bass, fire, passion, Show for Nobody

OK does that even work for you guys? 
I mean, from what you've told me in the past, Jordan is a perfectionist and a fairly accomplished guitarist, studied in lessons, music theroy, etc. 
Michael- You are the complete opposite and do everything by ear. ...Just total instinct and feeling it out.
Henry- The other two guys have made me think that you are the heart or spirit of the band. That you are the motivator and kick their asses into gear. 
How does this play out, chemistry-wise, and how do you go about writing/arranging songs??

H: Jordan writes most of the riffs and does all the recording, mixing, and mastering for our recordings and Michael sets up all of our shows, handles the record label, and does all our social media interactions. I tell them try harder and then turn around and hit things with pieces of wood.
J: Generally I will write an entire song on guitar and bring it to practice to have Henry and Michael fill in their parts. A lot of times I have rough ideas of what the bass and drums should sound like, but by the time the writing process is over their parts are generally their own.

M: Honestly, Jordan comes to each of us with the skeleton of a song. He'll have simple drums and bass written-in, and then Henry and I go back in and fuck everything up with our own parts. My theory knowledge is limited - I can do like major and minor scales, but when Jordan starts talking about modes I pretty much check out. He basically has to sit down and be like, "I'm playing this chord here so do something with that" and I'll be like "you mean just play a shitton of notes" and he's like "Yeah that's perfect!" Could I learn to understand theory? Probably. Do I really want to? Not particularly. 

Are you more into construction or destruction?

H: Is this some sort of social commentary?
J: Why would anyone build without a hammer?

M: There was this guy named Yamataka Eye that drove a bulldozer through a venue once. That was pretty cool. Destruction, I guess. 

Some of you are in a band that plays shows at a fast food chain. Care to spill the beans? Or tots? Or uh...fishwich?

H: Jordan and I are in the BK Lounge Band, and Michael's mad because he misses out on the free Mello Yello we get.
J: BK House Band. Burger King Jazz on Grand. Michael is super supportive. Come check us out on most Saturday and grab a Whooper

M: I swear to Christ if I ever have to hear another word about the fucking BK House Band...

Henry, are you hoping to gain a Boston accent when you move for college? 

Ehhhhh, I'd prefer an Italian one, but I'll take what I can get.

Jordan and Michael, are you hoping to gain a fondness for patchoulli when you move for college?

J: I would if I had a nose.

M: Is that a weed joke? Is it because patchouli, (the mighty plant known as Pogostemon cablin to the more scientifically-minded) is often used as an herbal incense, which is often used to cover up the pungent odors left by cannabinoids? Because I honestly don't know if that's what you're getting it, I had to Wikipedia the living shit out of "patchouli." Went right over my head. Whoosh. 

Current non-SFN endeavors:

H: Sometimes I watch salt dissolve in water.

J: Uncle Dumpty, a shitty recording project I have with Henry for the summer. I'm getting a handful of musicians around town to sing and play horns. Should be releasing an EP by mid August. And Eat Strike, a kind of industrial punk-ish duo Michael and I recently started for Missoula.

M: I write for this music blog called Die Angry. I also try and write a lot in general in my spare time. I've been reading a shitload of comic books - if you aren't reading Love and Rockets then you aren't living. Also, I have a label that releases tapes and downloads: Girlfriend Party Records

Garrett would like to know when you are going to make make CDs, rather than tapes.

H: Whenever Garrett throws away his Walkman.

J: Hey, Garrett.

I know you guys are big music geeks, so hopefully you'll hate that I want to print this...what is your most guilty pleasure artist/band? Be honest or Richard Dreyfuss will haunt you when he dies. And not like a friendly ghost like casper or a helpful ghost like the ghost of Christmas present or a fake ghost like a ghost in Scooby Doo or a sexual ghost like the one that does that thing to Ray in Ghostbusters or like Patrick Swayze, who played a ghost in the movie Ghost, or like the band Ghost (aka Ghost B.C.) who are not even actually ghosts, but a band (named "Ghost", of course (Likewise with Ghostface Killah, who is not a band, but a man, who is also not a ghost )), but like a scary ghost who would scare you like Large Marge from Pee-Wee's Big Adventure.

H: Definitely Mindless Self-Indulgence.

J: I the Mighty or Mindless Self Indulgence. I the Mighty are hella "Hot Topic", as Michael would describe them, but they're super catchy. Mindless Self Indulgence have some of the worst lyrics on the planet and are a bunch of shit heads, but I can't help but like some of their earlier stuff.

M: I've always wanted to be the guy who's like "Maaaaaaan, fuck guilty pleasures, just like what you like!" but I absolutely cringe at some of the shit that I listen to. I still really, really love My Chemical Romance. I think they're some of the catchiest songwriters ever. Also, Taylor Swift. You know what, fuck it, I actually love Taylor Swift unabashedly. She is way too talented to be some shitty hip kid's guilty pleasure.  

So, are you ready for the big announcement (that you've already made but I am making seem like you didn't, so as to hook the readers into believing this is THE source for all SFN-related news)? ARE YOU BREAKING UP????

H: We're actually making up. We've been fighting for a while now.

J: If Michael wasn't super lame, we could play "reunion" shows on our breaks from school. So it's all Michael's fault. Show for Nobody got run over by a reindeer, and that reindeer is Michael.

M: Done. Gonzo. Kaputt. Ratatouille. No more SFN after Dreyfest. We're very sad about it and I'm making a zine about how sad I am. (This is not a joke you can get copies from me when I finish them.) I'm not necessarily opposed to reunion shows but I don't want to get back together, get all excited about writing new shit and then have to break up again in six weeks. 

Is there anything you'd like to say in what may very well be your last interview for Show For Nobody?

H: I waited by the construction zone for Wily Walter. I waited for a long time. No Wily. I decided to have a brew. No Wily. And no brew. Wily was doing it again. He was taking my brews. I thought there was no Wily, but there was actually no brews. But then I thought. Wily isn't coming. Wily is my liver. My liver is stopping me from having a brew. Thanks liver. Thanks Wily.

J: Henry sucks. 

M: Fletcher walked into Albyson's. for life. Buy Amos and Coleman some hand soap. Madison has a great spare room if you ever need a mattress and he's cool with letting you stay. Kelly is my hero and my greatest enemy. Shit in Nels' kit even if you're unoriginal. Hammer-ons and pull-offs forever. The world will one day belong to the everyone in SENSORY! because they're better than most adults at everything they do. Fuck Kickstarter, fuck "making it big," fuck anything that isn't DIY. Book Your Own Fuckin' Life. I love this shitty town and everyone in it and I'm going to miss this band and all of you. 

Goddamnit, I'm sad already. See Show For Nobody's LAST SHOW Friday at YVBC at 7:30pm. 

Also, See You At Dreyfest!!!!!