Vibrating to the beat, the crowd moves with an energy that pulls you in. Jumping to the song, the stage lights, flash, saturating the room in blues, yellows and greens. The lead singer stands with shaggy brown eye length hair tilting the mic with one hand, while the other is outstretched to the crowd. The mass is sweaty and pulsing. Psyhigh kids pack the room on Saturday night being led by the band, Psychic Monkey Killers.
 

2004-10-3   Psychic Monkey Killers

I am sorry about that. Creg can get a little cocky sometimes when it comes to his 'music.' I am JJ the drummer for Psychic Monkey Killers, Creg is led singer. The band has been around for for 6 years, although all the founders have graduated. The band started classic punk, but now were more of a mix between The Doors, and more modern stuff like Snow Patrol. Although there is this one damn girl that is always cheering at our shows saying we remind her of 98 degrees. She brings this annoying sign that she waves while we play that says "98 degrees is warm, but you guys are HOT!!!" It is really bad for band image, yet Creg just keeps feeding her attention and she keeps coming back. I felt the band needs a growing audience, so Creg, Hellfire (as she now wants to be called), Sam, and I will post band thought and will give you updates on our latest performance dates. Hope to you see ya all at our next performance, Friday night @ The Rusty Nail (that Bar in town with the black paint peeling off the outside) See you all there.

-JJ
 

2004-10-3   kelly

okay, so like i saw the Psykick Monkey Killerz on saturday and i'm only a freszman, and they *were* really great!!! but i couldn't unnerstand anything they were saying! it was all like "ph'nglui mglw'nafh monk-eey sihei wgah'nagl fhtagn" or some kind of garble. and what's with the name? i mean, is it "Psychic MONKEY KILLERS" or "PSYCHIC MONKEY killers"? know what i mean?

;)

 

2004-10-8   Psychic Monkey Killers

The Rusty Nail is a dark, sketchy scum hole. Setting up we could see that a huge bar fight just occurred messing everything up and everyone left. Or the slouching alcoholics, drooling in their bar stools and the few leather clad bikers were the usual crowd. Creg decided to start with our cover, instead of what we agreed on as the opening song for the first official concert of the year. The bar started booing, with the majority just making grunting noises because they were too drunk to talk. The only voice of opposition was our groupie in the front waving her sign around in her pink mini skirt. Moving into song two (the cover this time) I notice that one of the bikers was trying to be extra friendly to our little high school groupie by whispering drunk sweet nothings in her ear. He moved his hand towards her when things really started falling apart. We brake from the song and Creg tells him to back off. The the word psychic freak is thrown from the crowd, then “Hellfire” starts throwing fire back. After being pulled out of harms way onto the stage, the girl introduced herself as Kelly, and asked where the emphasis in our bands name was. I started thinking, was its PSYCHIC MONKEY killers, or did we approve of the sadistic torture of little monkeys. PSYCHIC monkey killers, I never really thought of it. This thought brought my full attention, and Sam luckily was not so involved and pulled me away from a falling beam. By the end of the night the Rusty Nail was no more, but our little groupie was left innocent for a future manipulating upperclassman. All in all, not the worst concert we have had, and I think that damn 98 degrees sign was charcoal-ed in the fight.

-JJ
 

2004-10-22   Psychic Monkey Killers

I keep thinking how rock’in it would have been if someone did a documentary of our last concert. Great exposure, could have done what Gimme Shelter did for the stones. The lighting was bad enough in there that you could probably not tell that the bikers were not Hells Angeles. Ya, maybe it would be called “Tak’en Shelter” or something cool like that. (Ya know, since the place burned down) This all came to me during rehearsal last afternoon while Hellfire was practicing a guitar solo. JJ told me to stop day dreaming and pay attention. He started talking about how lucky we are as a band for the school to give us this rehearsal space. Lucky, the place is a garage in one of the old dorms. (Ya know, the rotting buildings covered in ivy on the edge of campus meeting the woods) There rusty garden tools hanging on the walls, how is that lucky?! Anyway I started talking back, Sam said there were good acustics? I think that was the word, but I don't know what he is talking about, to me the place does not look that acustic to me.
-Creg
 

2004-10-22   Nonflammable Norman

When the administration moved the other students from the dorm and put the aging spell on the structure to make it look disused and abandoned, I tried to get them to put up a stronger barrier. Unfortunately, the 'stronger barrier' they came up with was an amnesia spell that affected the memories of campus residents. An unforeseen side effect of the spell was that it also zapped the brains of the very administrators that were supposed to be keeping people out of the dorm...

While I really like the raucous rock of The Psychic Monkey Killers, it's played hell with the Escherine 'painting' in the dorm room I share with Whitney (whenever he shows up). Some of the chord progressions they use have caused a throbbing reverberation which somehow channels into the image and extends it further into the room.

The result is that when the band plays, I don't have to step through the frame to get to the other world. With the energy of the music, the other world extends into the room and I am transported there, along with whatever furniture I am touching at the time. So far, I've lost three chairs, a microwave oven, and Whitney's desk (I was studying there) into several different scenes of the picture. Thank the Deity I opted for a laptop computer, I'd have hated to try and carry back all the pieces from a desktop PC! That reminds me; I have to go down to the campus store and buy another computer for Whitney. I'm glad he kept everything backed up on the campus mainframe.

I have decided to sleep on the floor for a while, just in case the band decides to go for another all night practice/ jam session.

NN
 

2004-10-28   Psychic Monkey Killers

Hello Everyone,

This is Hellfire, I would like to welcome you to the season of candy, dark rooms filled with florescent lighting, low hanging cloudy skies, dead leaves and gutted, rotting pumpkins on every porch. That is right its Halloween again I have been spending this Thursday afternoon talking to Psychic High Schools event organizer Big Jim. He agreed to let Psychic Monkey Killers play at this years Halloween dance and maze which will be held in the newly reconstructed gym. Remember you have to be in costume to get inside. Hope to see you all there, have a Happy Halloween, and please do not spend to much time in your room with the curtains closed watching horror movies.
 

2004-10-29   Wess

It was late in the night. I had been asleep for hours, but had suddenly fallen out of sleep. Looking to the bottom of my bed, a indistinguishable black figure rose up. Horrified I did not know what to do. It seemed to just stand there. Remembering a protection spell I recited the words, and with a cloud of smoke it was gone. I crawled towards the end of my bed. Peered over the side. On the ground was an old black and white photograph from a 1939 psychic high school class picture. In the background was the first gym, on the same location as the newly reconstructed gym. I picked up the photo, labeled it, and placed it in the picture box. Maybe I will head to that Halloween dance after all.
 

2004-10-30   Big Jim

Halloween Maze and Dance Party

Yes, it's official. Join us in the newly remodeled gymnasium this Sunday, October 31st, at 8pm for this year's Psychic-delic Maze and Dance Party, featuring Psyhigh's favorite rock and roll alumni, the Psychic Monkey Killers!

No one will be admitted without a costume - but remember, costumes can be homemade, store bought, or illusionarly created. There's no excuse not to come in your finest!

Seniors from this year's advanced placement Locally-Infinite Planar Vector Reassemblage class will be creating the maze this year, so be ready to trust your psy-dar instincts for a good 15 to 30 minutes between entering the door and landing on the floor!

Happy Halloween everyone!

Big Jim

 

2004-10-31   Wills

I got back to the school a few hours ago. The cab driver was dressed up as a ghost, thank god he had eye holes on that sheet. He kept offering my candy, and asking me what I was doing for Halloween. We pulled up to Manor Hall, and as I got out I noticed all the lights were out, there were no students in site. I unlocked the door and put my stuff down on my old bed. Terry and Wess had moved back in just fine, using up all my shelf space, the place looked like a closed library. After I settled in I started walking around campus, and found myself walking to the building I helped blow up. Everything had been neatly blocked off and the burning rubble had cooled. The only thing left to take notice of was the sign that said CAUTION in big yellow letters. Across the way was the new gym, with light pouring out the windows. I ran over to get in, but all the entrances were locked. After a few minutes I found a ladder, and climbed to the top of the roof. Walking over to the sky light, I realized that everyone had gone to a Halloween dance. Standing above, looking in I caught sight of this girl I met last year, Drew. She was on stage, I guess she joined a band. She’s hot.
 

2004-11-13   Wess

I have had lots of work lately. Also Halloween was kinda embarrassing. Me and Terry got to the dance looking for a ghost. For about an hour nothing happened, just a band playing, fog machines, and people dancing. Standing by the punch bowl, I looked over to a corner, and saw this strange shadow. A ran towards it, creating quite a scene. Anyway without making this more embarrassing, the whole things was a mystical prank by Rend. A senior, who likes pulling pranks on underclassmen. I have hardly been out since. Terry is kinda angry at me too...