“Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let every new year find you a better man.” - Benjamin Franklin

2010 was a banner year for us. Sure, we had our ups (Credit Card Machine, great shows, lots of good times with friends) and our downs (Credit Card Machine, shows, too much of a "good time" with friends) but it was really the same sort of stuff that everyone experiences, Im sure you can relate to these things that happend: Someone tagged BACON in the bathroom, someone stole a picture of the shop, only to have it replaced by a PICTURE of the picture that was stolen (trippy) Someone put this really cool stencil of a little dog on the sidewalk, Spot and JJ both got new dogs, JJ introduced sushi to a neighbor only to have him marked as a man who eats pussy (Guilty as Charged - JJ), Gay Cheerleaders, a Guy who claims to buy pot from his 12 year old son, and who could forget the naked guy!

You may have been shot at with a BB gun or a slingshot, informed you that you are fucking up, told that your band sucks or maybe you were told you that you're a piece of shit. We do these things out of love. Trailer Space isn't just for Spot, JJ, The Golden Boys, The Strange Boys, James Arthur and their ilk; Trailer Space is for EVERYONE who loves music and above all else A GOOD TIME. This has been our focus for the first 17 days of the year, that's why its taken so long to put up this year end blog, POSITIVE THINKING IS A PROCESS AND IT'S NOT BECAUSE JJ AND SPOT SMOKE TOO MUCH DAMN WEED.

Bands of the year - Followed By Static, The Gary, Half Mile Fox Fur

Drink of the year - Vodka and Ginger Brew

Enabler of the year - BJ for bringing that totally sweet bong that only gets used moderately

Word of the Year - BUDUSSY

Schmitzism of the year - "You can apologize all you want, but the fact is that there is no way to measure how much I don't care about this, and Im not sorry."

Dipshits in Europe

This Holiday Season, while our favorite drinking buddies, The Golden Boys are across the pond, you must ask yourself the same question that all of America is asking.

Where's Wes? Do you have any of HIS records?

"FUCK YOU, YOU'RE A MIDGET...BY CHOICE!"- B.S

Fall in Texas feels like an apology from our great state for the hot, sticky summer. Some of our Boys are finally going there while some of our other Boys are already there. Here in Moscow on the Colorado (thank Cade Callahan for that one) Tons of good records have been coming into the shop, yet we still have “PowerSlave” in the stacks.. Despite our history mocking lack of effort, Trailer Space now has a legitimate reason for a staff meeting. Staff has been told the terms of this meeting. The reader should be glad they don't have to endure such a meeting. After this meeting we will announce some big news that's going to make card carrying humans happy. We're still talking shit on publications poorly fact checked and on the Miami Heat, but Spot and JJ still can't agree on the Lakers (FUCK THE LAKERS. ed) The Hoop brought over a new couch and a bigger TV and Kyle brought us a gamecube. This adds to the shops "dudes getting fucked up in the basement" atmosphere (pics soon)

Other Importances....

We dont really listen to rock music before 7pm these days.

Our friends bands have put out some good records lately.(New John Wesley Coleman, New Dikes of Holland, Followed by Static 7in!)

“Can you get nutrients from smoking food?”

• j.doe.

"It's taxidermy....no really....."

and this happened......

Come see us.

REAL SHIT #7 - CADE CALLAHAN

Cade is rare because he is a NATIVE Austinite. He cares for his fellow drunks and he's always ready with a kind word for EVERY dumb motherfucker in the world. That is becoming rarer and rarer in the world ever since its become cooler to hate shit than like shit. Long live Cade' and thanks in advance for getting us into the Butthole Surfers.

T Ray Benefit Show Report.

The best and the brightest made it out for Travis' benefit show at the shop the other day. Rayon Beach, Naw Dude, Recide, and Dikes of Holland played, the Ideal Soul Mart ran out of beer (no, they never have change either) and a good time was had by all.

Recide tore it up like a proper crew of fast, angry youth. Be on the lookout for these guys.

Travis approved. He and Sheri were super stoked that so many people came out and donated. He was also stoked to finally have continuous access to beer.

Steve and Billy came through in a big way by printing up Shirts and Posters for the event. We still have them at the shop and all proceeds go to T Ray's recovery. We're also leaving the paypal (trailerspace@hotmail.com) open for him for another week or 2.

Thanks again to all involved. It was an outpouring of love for a fallen comrade and a celebration of all things drunk and loud (i.e. all attendees). Good times.

From The Desk of Jacob Schultze - Arbiter of all relevant information pertaining to playing live at Trailer Space.

1. If you need monitors, GO FUCK YOURSELF and quit playing forever, pussy.

2. There are NO. D.I's. for your laptop, keyboard, bass etc. You should really be ashamed of yourself. Refer to rule number 1.

3. If you can do it in your practice space, you can probably do it here, if you cant..REFER TO RULE #1. GIVE UP!!

4. Trailer Space does not care about your perceived cred anymore than a Derfur War orphan would know who Steve Albini is. Get over it. No one cares, LEARN HOW TO COOK.

5. You brought a full stack to play in the record store? REFER TO RULE NUMBER ONE. (Tone matters fuck all when you have cleared the building)

6. Anyone playing a 5 string bass, or a Paul Reed Smith is BANNED. FOREVER. IN PERPETUITY.

7. What is experimental to you has probably been done a million times before. STOP BEING BORING.

8. The minifridge does not have "band beer", in fact, this phenomenon DOES NOT exist at Trailer Space. Go to the RS mart or the Soul Mart and BUY YOUR OWN.

9. Complaining is not ever an option. Shut up and get back in your mom's minivan. Smell the farts of the guy that screams for you or something.

10. If you are halfway interesting, don't complain, can write songs, play your instruments, and ENTERTAIN PEOPLE, then you probably don't need Trailer Space anyhow. Thank you for doing what you do.

LOVE,

Jacob, Spot and JJ

REAL SHIT #6 - M.R. WALKER

Mac. Spiritual Adviser, Poet, Author Showman, Tour Guide, Bodyguard, Gambler, Chef, Electrician, Janitor, Lover. We have all these words to describe Mac, but they can't really tell the whole story. He keeps us fed, drunk and smiling. His devotion to his friends is becoming rarer and rarer to find in people and we here at Trailer Space feel blessed by Mac's presence (ed. note, I really wish he never taught me how to play craps.) He seems to know everything and he loves to share his knowledge and wisdom with the world, and the world is better for it. We will be hosting his book release party at the shop (when he's done writing it) and for pete's sake, don't talk to Mac about Human Centipede.