<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732911121286887011</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:15:05.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Like Ours</title><subtitle type='html'>The Official Minutes Like Ours blog. Stay updated with funny news and stories from Matt Maher, Tom Simmons, Pat O'Gara, Damon Kost, and Shamus McCabe.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732911121286887011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Minutes Like Ours</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10203075004795559959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmbxbkHUmZA/TkLVveb9DKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TxrDQLHiCso/s220/Matt_Single.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732911121286887011.post-3732752265892824480</id><published>2012-01-14T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:15:18.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLO Guitarist Gets in Fight, Gets Screwed, Literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt; this story is so “jaw-dropping” that it may keep you “wired” all night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6696602937_aa3ef02537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="398114_10100181816210812_16102756_43191258_2124096652_n" border="0" height="200" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6696602937_aa3ef02537.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; According to the Union of American Physicians, “Jaw wiring (also known as maxillomandibular fixation) is a surgical procedure where metal pins and wires are anchored into the jaw bones and surrounding tissues to keep an injured jaw from moving. Damon Kost, lead guitarist for Minutes Like Ours has undergone this procedure. Fans around the world are heartbroken, how could such a calm and good-looking man fracture his jaw? Neither TMZ nor Perez Hilton could crack the story, but here at MLO Camp, we give you the INSIDE scoop on what happened. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Twas a chilly Tuesday night, January 9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 2012, and Damon had just finished a Ménage à trios with the Swedish twins Bothild and Amborg. As per usual, Damon gets hungry after sex, so he went to the local bodega to satisfy his unquenchable appetite with a couple of taquitos. Slightly tipsy and walking with a swagger akin to Beauty and the Beast’s Gaston, he swung open the door, as a large burly man was about to walk out. Damon, being a chivalrous and thoughtful fellow, held the door for the mustached man. It was at this instance that Damon recognized this broad chested man-hunk; it was Tom Selleck. Rarely ever star struck, Damon extended his free left hand in a fist-pound type of motion, to which Selleck was happy to oblige. Content with his encounter, Damon walked into the store and strutted to the Tacquitos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; All of a sudden, a loud CRASH was heard outside, followed by three distinct gunshots. Damon wheeled, only to see a man holding a gun over a fallen Tom Selleck. Damon sprinted to the front door, kicked it open, and locked eyes with the killer. He couldn’t believe his eyes, and within half a second, Damon could identify him. It was a somber and downtrodden Keanu Reeves, holding gun in one hand, and a half a sandwich in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It was hard to grasp the bitter truth. Damon knew that Tom Selleck had an affinity for cold-cut sandwiches, and because he had been playing so many television cops lately, most likely said a clichéd catchphrase before trying to snatch the sandwich from Keanu. Keanu, whose alcoholism convinced him he was actually in &lt;i&gt;The Matrix, &lt;/i&gt;had no problem shooting a man because “nothing is real.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Damon, for some reason, ripped his pants off (which were apparently tear-aways) and kicked Reeves right in the chest. Reeves pistol-whipped Damon in the jejunum, causing him to vomit. Then he wrapped his hand around Damon’s throat and lifted him off the ground. Damon’s body writhed in mid-air, looking like an awkward version of the ever-so-funny running man, only this time, no one was laughing. Reeves slowly started to point his gun upward, taking aim at Damon’s chest. Just then, a large pipe came crashing down on Reeves’s skull. As he collapsed to the ground, Damon could see the charming smile of Tom Selleck, who pointed to the bullet-proof vest he was apparently wearing, once again for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Damon dusted off his shirt, thanked Selleck, and turned to go back into the bodega to claim his taquitos. As he reached to grip the handle on the door, an elderly woman barged out, slamming the door into Damon’s mouth, breaking his jaw in 5 places.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Damon, now known as &lt;i&gt;The Titanium Terror, &lt;/i&gt;is recovering well and was even seen at a NYC restaurant eating a steak! (Through a straw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732911121286887011-3732752265892824480?l=minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com/feeds/3732752265892824480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com/2012/01/mlo-guitarist-gets-in-fight-gets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732911121286887011/posts/default/3732752265892824480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732911121286887011/posts/default/3732752265892824480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com/2012/01/mlo-guitarist-gets-in-fight-gets.html' title='MLO Guitarist Gets in Fight, Gets Screwed, Literally'/><author><name>Minutes Like Ours</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10203075004795559959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmbxbkHUmZA/TkLVveb9DKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TxrDQLHiCso/s220/Matt_Single.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732911121286887011.post-766542745589605496</id><published>2011-10-21T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:34:14.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Pop Up Live Gig - The Trials and Triumphs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lb3pRJIlMPk/TqHITcXEIUI/AAAAAAAAADg/0sORdVaHdwA/s1600/popuplive.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lb3pRJIlMPk/TqHITcXEIUI/AAAAAAAAADg/0sORdVaHdwA/s200/popuplive.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SPIN Magazine throws a contest with PopChips giving bands a chance to headline at South by Southwest, get tweeted by Ashton Kutcher, and win a couple thousands bucks. Obviously we hopped on this opportunity quicker than a cowboy at a rodeo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4unNOyP5aw0/TqHB2lsXjHI/AAAAAAAAADY/Tf92kDBAUjo/s1600/302182_10150323909652117_93404917116_8658088_1624629119_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4unNOyP5aw0/TqHB2lsXjHI/AAAAAAAAADY/Tf92kDBAUjo/s200/302182_10150323909652117_93404917116_8658088_1624629119_n.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to our awesome fans, BAM, we win... and now we're in the finals. We're told we have to throw a "Pop Up Live Gig" at a random location and document the entire thing on film. Easy. Little did they know the MLO Dream Team does videography, producing, web design, engineering, male dancing, and everything in-between.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yada yada yada, day of the show. We ordered a keg. A Rolling Rock keg, I'm really not sure why. (super cheap, that's why) It's a house party, bound to get out of control. The masses start to accumulate, ready to have their socks rocked clearly off their feet. We hit the stage harder than this guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TjFOt86LZPs/TqHAx35urTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xxQjTWZhimQ/s1600/face_plant_skater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TjFOt86LZPs/TqHAx35urTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xxQjTWZhimQ/s200/face_plant_skater.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Commence insanity. Three songs into the set we whip out our brand new gem, "Open Season," which will hit iTunes in mid-November. Crowd digs it, more high-fives than Comic-Con. The boys are jumping, the girls at bumping; Minutes Like Ours at their finest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Matt's Visceral Vocals were Voluptuous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pat's Pounding Patterns were Palpable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tom's Bass Bumping was Bodaciously Brilliant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Damon's Riff-Ripping was Ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Shamus Engineering was Exceptionally Eruptive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;October 31st we will debut our POP UP LIVE Video... within this 90 second gem is a 30 second preview of our upcoming single,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; "Open Season."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732911121286887011-766542745589605496?l=minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com/feeds/766542745589605496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-pop-up-live-gig-trials-and-triumphs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732911121286887011/posts/default/766542745589605496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732911121286887011/posts/default/766542745589605496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-pop-up-live-gig-trials-and-triumphs.html' title='Our Pop Up Live Gig - The Trials and Triumphs'/><author><name>Minutes Like Ours</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10203075004795559959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmbxbkHUmZA/TkLVveb9DKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TxrDQLHiCso/s220/Matt_Single.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lb3pRJIlMPk/TqHITcXEIUI/AAAAAAAAADg/0sORdVaHdwA/s72-c/popuplive.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2732911121286887011.post-2150987955708524089</id><published>2011-08-10T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:16:12.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Bloggin Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RuIehetLBi4/TkLYsLBZH-I/AAAAAAAAACw/AQLHOt4RpqM/s1600/Train_WhiteSky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RuIehetLBi4/TkLYsLBZH-I/AAAAAAAAACw/AQLHOt4RpqM/s320/Train_WhiteSky.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been tough. Minutes Like Ours have floated around the blogosphere for months without a home. After consulting our trusted friends; Mr. Bing, Dr. Goggle, and Professor Yahoo...We have finally inked a deal with Blogger. By inked a deal, I mean we signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will tell of our tumultuous tour turmoils, spill our studio secrets, and press the private practices of your favorite Pop Rock Band, Minutes Like Ours. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here we go again....again." -Tug Speedman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2732911121286887011-2150987955708524089?l=minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com/feeds/2150987955708524089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-new-bloggin-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732911121286887011/posts/default/2150987955708524089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2732911121286887011/posts/default/2150987955708524089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minutes-like-ours.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-new-bloggin-home.html' title='Our New Bloggin Home'/><author><name>Minutes Like Ours</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10203075004795559959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmbxbkHUmZA/TkLVveb9DKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TxrDQLHiCso/s220/Matt_Single.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RuIehetLBi4/TkLYsLBZH-I/AAAAAAAAACw/AQLHOt4RpqM/s72-c/Train_WhiteSky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
