Hey gang! The Roanoke Times is having a little music voting thingy. This is where you come in – how cool would it be for the Yams to make a showing in the Best Local Band category?? Just for giggles, go here and clickity clack for the Yams that came back: http://roanoke.com/extra/wb/228632

And don’t forget the New Years’ show in Roanoke. It’s gonna be the same old Lang Syne with a freaky funky beat. Yams, not just for breakfast anymore: http://www.yamsfromouterspace.com/

Lastly, there are some new videos online from Steppin’ Out and the Champs reunion afterwards. You can wiggle that booty while watching the spectacle here:
http://www.youtube.com/YamsFromOuterSpace

PS – follow us on Twitter if you dare:
https://twitter.com/yamsouterspace

This should indeed be a good time.  I quote the venue’s website…”This is going to be an extremely fun night and a great way to send out 2009 and welcome 2010! Come and eat dinner and enjoy our award-winning food, then hang out with us as we bring in the New Year the right way – WITH A BIG OL CRAZY PARTY!”

Wow, not sure there’s much we can really add to that, and thank you, Blue5Restaurant.com, for your gushing review.  It will be funky fresh with a cherry on top, so bring your booty-shufflin’ outfit.  Something you don’t mind gettin’ sweaty in. Like NASTY sweaty!  Yep.

Right.

You know you’re too old to play gigs when…

It becomes more important to find a place on stage for your fan than your amp.
Your gig clothes are chosen purely for comfort.
All your fans leave by 9:30 p.m.
All you want from groupies is a foot massage and back rub.
You love taking the elevator because you can sing along with most of your set-list.
Instead of a sixth member, your band wants to spring for a roadie.
You lost the directions to the gig.
You need your glasses to see the amp settings.
You’ve thrown out your back jumping off the stage.
You feel like hell before the gig even starts.
The waitress is your daughter!
You stop the set because your ibuprofen fell behind the speakers.
Most of your crowd just sways in their seats.
You find your drink tokens from last month’s gig in your guitar case.
You refuse to play without earplugs.
You ask the club owner if you can start at 8:30 instead of 9:30.
You check the TV schedule before booking a gig.
Your gig stool has a back.
You’re related to at least one member in the band.
You don’t let anyone sit in.
You take a nap before the gig.
After the third set, you bug the club owner to let you quit early.
During the breaks, you now go to the van to lie down…by yourself.
You prefer a music stand with a light.
You don’t recover until Tuesday afternoon.
You hope the host’s speech lasts forever
You buy amps considering their weight and not their tone or “cool” factor.
Feeling guilty looking at hot women at the audience, ’cause they’re younger than your daughter.
You can remember seven different club names for the same location.
You have a hazy memory of the days when you could work 10 gigs in 7 days and could physically do it!
Your date couldn’t make it because she couldn’t find a babysitter for the grandkids.
The set list has to be in 20 point type.
Your drug of choice is now coffee…
It seems impossible to find stage shoes with decent arch support.
You fart on stage and don’t laugh.

We need your help. See, this here band we know…called Yams From Outer Space (yeah, we know, doesn’t exactly roll right off the tongue) are playing TOMORROW, Saturday August 8rd in Blacksburg at Steppin’ Out, THEN straight to Champs for the late-night fro down.

Here’s where the favor comes in…we need you to:
1. Show up n shake yo rumpus maximus.
2. Share this note and get everyone you know to show up and shake their collective rumps.
3. Get drunk as a skunk & continue the rump-shakin’
4. Frolic like bunnies in the posies.
5. Rehydrate with copious amounts of beer.
6. See #1.
7. Repeat (while shaking rump).

I think I just soiled myself. Happy happy happy, joy joy joy.

Yams From Outer Space Flier Caption

Buckle that freakin’ shoe man.