We lasted 30 seconds once

So we've been quiet about this for awhile -- sheepish, even.

But Thursday we have this plan. It entails getting on a 5:30 a.m. train into the city and taking a cab to the Rodeo Bar and standing in line not pimping our music myspace page while we try just to breathe and not, to use an overused phrase lately, throw up just a li'l bit in our mouth.

It means not chickening out and breathing some more and maybe even becoming caffeinated shmoozer guy, since Guinness shmoozer guy doesn't really translate into good performing smooth voice guy.

It means playing 30 seconds of "Leave the Pieces" if we even get in the doors and sign up by 2 p.m. It means we hope we don't do our standard ultranervous talker guy thing. If we utter the words, "this reminds (us) of a joke," it's so over.

It means if we bomb horribly we've been prepared for years if only because of the horrific eighth-grade fat failure elections when we lost president to Amanda Goodwin, veep to Gen Jones, treasurer to Nick Clements and then won the pity vote for class secretary/bitch.

But we digress.

It means we so don't want to be all American Idol look at us guy. It means we simply want an incentive to actually move to Nashville and maybe do something besides wear a suit everyday and rue the commute to work. Not that we don't look good in a suit. We just prefer cowboy boots and ripped jeans and a geetar and a beer. And a sign that there's more out there.

There's more out there, right?

So yeah, we're going to tryout for the Nashville Star on Thursday. Our goal is to actually get the opportunity to perform the 30-second song and to get called back the next day, which makes us panic even more because we haven't even remotely begun rehearsing for day two.

In the event the stars align and everyone else either dies or loses their voices, we're pledging here to our fives of loyal readers that if we ever do make it to the Nashville Star, the following Q and A, from the Nashville Star page, will appear beneath our name filled out *exactly* as follows (scout's honor):

FUN FACTS ON OLD MAN SNAP
What celebrity do people say you look like?
The fat kid in the Stand By Me, then more than now.

What's on your playlist?
You mean the iTunes? Sh*t. A lot. We're listening to Cortez the Killer for the 19th time in two days right now. We also love the Pac. And Biggie. David Gray. Counting Crows. The Band. Cash. Dylan. Willie. Miranda Lambert. The Dead. REM. Little Feat. We interviewed Huey Lewis once. Huey Lewis f*cking rules.

The craziest or most daring thing I have ever done...
We pushed our baby sister over when we found out she was about to walk before we did at her age. What. We were 13 and she was an easy target.

What three things couldn't you live without?
Family. Friends. Our geetar, which just barely beats out our Guinness.

What is the worst job you've ever had?
Working in the physical plant in college. Something about Winstons and beer breath berations. "We don't pay you here, son, to flirt with the pretty girls while you's rakin' the leaves." Not good times.

What is your favorite video game or board game?
Clue. Mr. Body's body. It's gone.

What is your astrological sign?
Pisces. WHAT.

What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
Seriously? Phish Food.

Hobbies outside of music?
Runnin' with the fellas. You know how we do.