Nick recently was invited out to Fixer’s show on the 6th of December at The Dive in Goose Creek, SC and was asked to review the show. Struck by the spirit of the season, he decided to write his review in poem form:

‘Twas 19 nights before Christmas and a rock band was in town
It was New York’s own Fixer ready to bring the roof down
They’ve been out on the road-days, weeks, months and more
And you know what- they’d probably skip Christmas to tour

The sound was checked so with some hours to kill
We trekked off to their villa donated by Bill
The lock was rusted, the toilet busted
The lights shut off-pitch black
All was fixed until a bug from the ceiling hit my back

While Tommy got pretty and J made his hair flat
I took refuge in Evan’s room for a scholarly music chat
Evan on the Deftones, “I’m so-so about ‘White Pony’”
But then again, that’s from a guy, who really likes Moby (HA!)

We got offered some hydro, but quickly declined
Already enjoying this early night vibe
Evan gave story time and what tale did he pick?
The one of the merch table, where out came his d!#@

The time had come to return to the venue
A thick dose of rock ‘n roll the main course on the menu
All four Fixer gents lookin’ dapper indeed
Until King Rev took his socks off and declared all his needs
“Now Evan! Now J!
Now Tommy! Now Nick!
I need beer! I need dry socks!
And I need them both quick!
Then I’ll do the set-list!
Then I’ll own everyone in pool!
And I’ll tell you this right now
I won’t end up tonight’s drunken fool!

One band, two bands, three bands done
The stage was now set for Fixer and fun
They punched in gunnin’, Rev startin’ the show
Four hat slams, “Head In My Hands”…GO!

The grooves and the throbs, made the kids turn and look
And by “Mixing With My Blood”, the whole crowd was hooked
A hottie raised her horns and screamed “WOO!” ’til it hurt
Sadly, her boobs remained in her shirt

“Dirty Girl”-How invigorating! How addictive too!
That “HEY! HEY!” chant, man that shit’s like glue
Evan’s mic cut out, so he gave 15 seconds of awkward dance
Good thing he wore his best Ashlee Simpson pants
What’s that? Is that Alice in Chains I hear?
No, no, no, it’s “Hillbilly Heroin” my dear
So moving, so gripping, so radiant, so free
There’s no way it didn’t at least wet one panty

J’s catchy lil bass line hops into “Home Again”
Like a fuse burning down on a bomb that will never end
Then Fixer offered a holiday treat
Two brand new tunes that sounded super duper neat

“Dove” is as billed, a smooth and gentle graceful ride
Whimsical and magical, but with some muscle down inside
“Corpse Estate” is a spooky, gritty pistol, and boy it would have been fit
To blast from a boombox owned by Tales From the Crypt

Suddenly, the lights dim, the crowd’s roar dies down
As Tommy starts “Tuxedo” with sultry, soothing sounds
The harmony, the urgency, the honesty all dashing
But a prog-rock surge and all-out jam turn it dazzling

“Tell No One”-the single, the ender
With the notorious “UH OH! UH OH! UH OH!” you’ll always remember
And just as it began, with four big counts and a final “HELL YEAH!” cry
Fixer waved to them all, and knew they all had good nights.