Before there was a Biscuit Quarterly, TSEP used to have little one-off TYPEWRITTEN newsletters that we would send out, not on any particular schedule. Over time, that evolved into the four or eight page wonders of the Modern World that we included in press kits, and that we would trade for timber, pelts, LSD, and…
Author: Mark Pearrow
A Little Hard on the Beaver
Passing time while on tour is a challenge. There are only so many cassette tapes you can go through before your Walkman’s motor burns out and renders all your music with a surreal Gates-of-Hell-Creaking-Open effect; and inevitably, all that time cooped up in a van leads to the telling of stories. Since time immemorial humans…
A Passing.
Today, we are mourning the departure from this world of one of the earliest fans of Techno Squid Eats Parliament : Stephanie Price. She passed away on February 8th, and her memorial service was held earlier today in Little Rock. Stephanie was an integral part of the lives of TSEP and the individual members. A…
SURGE into 2020
When you’re driving a van up the Eastern Seaboard, regardless of what cargo you are carrying – a band and their gear, antiques and paintings, or the heart of a dying star, there are two Road Rules ™ that you need to follow. Stay Awake. Don’t get cornholed by the Gimp. I can’t help you…
Backstreet Bronco-Que
There are some events that happen in a lifetime that are so awful, bizarre, or meaningful that they are seared permanently into the old noodle. Remember where you were when you heard about Skylab falling? Or Gary Gygax getting ousted from TSR? Or when Quizu Yupanqui crushed the advancing forces of Pizarro’s men under rockslides?…
Hyperspace Email
Do you remember the days of yore, when no normal person had an “email address” or knew what the “world wide web” was or frequently “rotated upper appendages”? Well, TSEP Farms(tm) does. The fact is, though, that even back in 1993, TSEP was plugged-in, baby. Connected. Switched-on. We traveled with a thing called a “laptop”,…
Open up a bottle of (vintage) whoop-ass
When you’re spending long hours on the road, driving from one Southern town to the next on your month-long tour de force, you need lots and lots of chemicals to keep you from dying. In particular, La Caffeine is usually indicated for gig-induced narcolepsy, and sometimes, regular sodas like Diet Coke(tm) just don’t pack enough…
Mark’s back. Here’s what you missed…
Hello, true believers, and welcome to the new, MORE FLAVORFUL Biscuit Quarterly. It’s been a long time since any of us here at TSEP World Headquarters have tickled your funny bone, regaled you with tales of Brave Ulysses, or told you a pornographic joke involving tessellated dodecahedrons. In the long dark years since our premature…
No good deed goes unpunished
In 1995, we traveled to Boston, MA to play a free show to support Amnesty International. The night before the show, we arrived at the residence of a friend of the band who lived in Charlestown, and who assured us that the neighborhood was plenty safe for us to leave our gear in our van…
The Cornflakes Box
At a key early show at Vino’s in Little Rock, we really wanted to make a splash. I have always loved having strange props on stage (like a Windex bottle full of blue cream soda to swig out of between songs) and was looking for something that would make people think “wow, what the hell…