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Meet Miss Quincy’s new all-girl trio The Showdown.

Featuring upright bass and drums, these ladies are armed with attitude, killer musicianship, and are without a doubt the hottest all-girl rhythm section around. Miss Quincy doesn’t fit the classic girl singer/songwriter mold and The Showdown isn’t your average all-girl band. You won’t find them singing pretty pages out of their diaries, instead you’ll find them getting down and rocking out with raunchy electric roots & blues.

Behind The Scenes

Miss Q caught leather-handed trying to escape the photoshoot into the bar.

Don’t worry Mom, it’s just a prop.

Miss Quincy simultaneously strips and provides a cover for Shari as she pees standing up.

Miss Quincy & Holly stroking each others’ heart-ons.
Photo by Russell Eggleston

The ever-badass Showdown.

This mustache smells like hippy.
Photo by Russell Eggleston

Miss Quincy & The Showdown molesting their favorite redhead, Russell Eggleston.

The Showdown Family Portrait
Photo by Russell Eggleston

Here are a few new gems straight from my cellular device’s inbox.  To check out past Tales From The Text Box see:  “I Ate an Entire Box of Kraft Dinner Because I was so Depressed You Didn’t Call” or “Vomit and Urine Right in Your Face”.

• “Btw, I fully support the oral sex wench idea.” – 5:33pm, November 30

• “I’ve been tossing out come hither looks all day but no one’s taking the bait.” – 1:05pm, December 9

• “Good morning! I’m sick as fuck. Feels like I deepthroated the dick of Death himself.” – 9:27am, December 17

• “A lady just asked me if the scarves were made out of sherpa. That’s not even an animal.” – 8:45am, December 18

• “Did I go too far? Your silence in unnerving.” – 10:33am, December 18

• “And other fab news … Christ’s album arrived today. The perfect gift for friends or family!” – 12:43pm, December 21

• “We r at church.” – 1:05pm, December 29

• “GP!!! And that does not stand for giant poop.” – 1:04pm, December 30

• “DC. And I do not mean dilation and cuterage. Rest assured, no one has had an abortion today.” – 3:07pm, December 30

• “My thread count and sperm count are very high.” – 8:08pm, January 6

• “Hmmm … A cute pair of fishnets frozen in the driveway noted after your departure.” – 11:59am, January 8

• “Take it slow? Maybe she should take it up the ass and shut the fuck up.” – 9:30pm, January 17

• “Good news is my pants are still on. And now we’re drinking caesars.” – 1:02pm, January 21

What better way to christen your new HQ in Vancouver than by throwing a Pantsless Potluck?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – The Tequila Mockingbird Orchestra is one of my favorite gangs of gents, both on & off stage.  They play the kind of infectious hard dancing music that I’m sure has forced many a crowd member into bed for days of post-show recovery.

Photos below are from TMO’s recent show at The Media Club in Vancouver, BC on their Migration East Tour.

Yes you read that title correctly … It’s January, we’re in Canada, and we had a beach day.

I’d say Miss Quincy, The Showdown, and I are adjusting nicely to Vancouver’s winter. Or lack thereof, rather.

If you look closely into these fortune telling sunglasses you’ll see reflections of a Vancouver beach. That’s because come next week I’ll be spending a couple months living in Canada’s loveliest coastal rain-hole with Miss Quincy and her new all-girl band The Showdown.

That’s not all, the man behind these sunglasses has been crazy enough to let us all invade his 2 bedroom basement suite on Commercial Drive.

Yes, you read that right. 4 girls + 1 boy + 2 bedroom basement suite.

Make sure to check back over January & February for what will surely be a Vancouver photo adventure and a half.