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In the meantime this should tickle you for a bit... Misguided TV

And in the spirit of the Kentucky Derby this past weekend...

Racer from Think Tank on Vimeo.

Think Tank presents: Misguided TV

We're pleased, excited, and happy to announce our new big project: Misguided TV. Over the last couple months and over the next several we're shooting some of our favorite scenes and putting it all together to form a pilot episode, as well as the first few episodes of a continuing series. Live material for the series will be filmed at Stage 773 in Chicago on June 18th and 19th. Stay tuned for more info and to see how you can be a part of this exciting endeavor.

Gettin' the Tank rollin'

Hello world. It's Monday. I know, boring. Tired. Grumpy. Yes all these words come to mind, but here's a little distraction. Think Tank is currently hard at work putting together a TV pilot. The show will be a combination of polished material produced on location, and scenes shot live in front of an audience. We did some great work yesterday and here's just a tiny little snippet of what a little of the pilot will look like:

Figuring it out from Think Tank on Vimeo.

More news on the pilot to come, including ways you can help out! Mark your calenders now for the live taping shows Saturday, June 18th (10:30pm) and Sunday, June 19th (8pm) at Stage773 in Chicago. Facebook event page

See ya soon!

Thanks to all!

Thanks to all who came out to our celebration at Chicago Sketchfest Thursday night. There were whispers in some circles that maybe it was the best show we've done. People in this circle tend to agree. It was an amazing night, and we'd like to thank everyone for making it out.

Here's to a big new year...

People Used to Listen to this in the 90's!!!

Happy Friday! See you at Sketchfest next Thursday.

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Happy new year from Think Tank. We all have our new year's resolutions intact: Paul is going to lie to Brent more, Brent is going to lie to Drew more, Peter is going to end world peace, and Cappy...well...more on Cappy's later. We just wrapped up a remarkable Pistol Party 18 with some good stories, good beers, the birth of an Uncle Snickers, and a wicked hangover this morning. Our friend Kevin "Pugsly" Casey came all the way from Lexington, KY to help us with some jokes, which was great of him to do. Happy early birthday Pugs, and when we're thinking of birthdays in January, we think of the most epic party that never happened, of course:

Still gotta throw that party...In the meantime, we'll be back with Pistol Party on Tuesday Feb. 1st (Shit...the first Tuesday in February is on the first??? It'll be here before you know it!). In the meantime, come see an encore performance of our very own Modern Men show next Thursday at 9:30 for our Chicago Sketchfest slot. Sketchfest is the worlds largest such festival, and is always a great time. Get more info here: chicagosketchfest

We'd like to send a big R.I.P. to one of our heroes, Gerry Rafferty, who wrote songs such as "Stuck in the Middle with You," and one of our show staples "Baker Street." I couldn't count how many times Cappy has danced to that one, or how many air saxophone contests we've had while listening (check the clip...you'll know it):



Also, here's a ridiculous video of John (of Pistol Party fame) that Cappy found while snooping on his computer (one of Cappy's resolutions is to snoop on more people's computers, so password protect that shit):

My Birthing of Music and Christmas, by "Sleepy" Stanley Muckleberry

I’m so tired. Where do I begin? Okay, this is a story for the holidays. As a young boy I typically slept for sixteen hours a day. I spent an additional three to four hours sipping warm milk. With the remaining few hours sometimes I would leave the house though, and that’s how I started getting interested in music. You see there was this dance team/street gang that hung out on our block named Handsome David and the Gadgets. You could hear their snapping, tap dancing shoes, blades, and whistles from at least ten feet away. I always wore a duck coat so it was easy to spot me out.

One day, Leaf Nugsby, one of the Gadgets, let me borrow his old maraca. I thanked him so much and invited him over for a nap. After a good long nap, I buttered the week's biscuits and started playing with the maraca. It made noises which frightened me at first. I dropped it several times. But like they always say, if you drop something, pick it up and drop it again. I soon became not so afraid of the sounds. In fact, I started to sing words over them. This woke up my brother. It was the first time he'd been awake since the summer solstice. I hugged him and let him eat two of the week's biscuits. Carl scarfed down the biscuits and exclaimed, "Smack my butter lips, I'm exhausted! Smack my butter lips, I'm exhausted!"

And a hit was born.

I wouldn't smack anything but the maracas, and he kept saying it over and over, "Smack my butter lips, I'm exhausted!" until we found something that could almost be described as rhythm.

And a band was born.

After an exhausting nap, we went to the mall and Carl bought a brand new CASIO. It was too heavy to carry, so we opened it right there, and started playing. All the people rejoiced, thinking that we were the opening band for a man named Santa Claus.

Just then Santa arrived and was worried we were stealing his proverbial thunder so he released a hoard of wild badgers! They pummeled and pillaged the shoppers that had gathered earlier. "Your wishes for Christmas are ours now!" screeched the badgers.

"Stop," I said, "we have a hot jam that I think will remedy such a situation." I was very tired from saying such a difficult sentence and began to fall asleep. "Stanley, they need us. Push through brother!" begged Carl. With a brisk stroke of the number pad that held the beats within the casio of freedom, Carl began to drop a beat that captured the souls of all around us . Humphry, our forlorned and forgotten brother, had taken high ground and began shooting lighting bolts made of jelly sandwhiches at the feet of the badgers. Their pummeling subsided and the people rejoiced in our rhythms.

"THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN!" Carl exclaimed. Just then, Santa came and liked our sleeping caps so much that he requested his elves make him one just like them that was red velvet.