I’m not yet sure where I’m going to find the energy in my rapidly aging body, but I’m set to check out another contender in my search for a new hippie band deserving of my attention.

If I survive three straight late-night shifts at work — my regular Sunday and Monday night gigs, plus election-night duty today — on Wednesday, I’ll head to Mr. Small’s in Millvale to check out the Disco Biscuits. And if the tapes I’ve been downloading in the past few days are any indication, I’m going to have some fun. Bisco is a slight departure for me, in that they dabble with electronica much more than most of the bands I’m used to hearing. But they like to find a groove and keep it in a choke hold all night, and that’s nothing to complain about, right?

Don’t expect much from Uncle Crappy on Thursday, kids … I’m going to be beat.