Watching the Guest Bedroom was like watching a cable TV show about a team of experts who build a cake in the shape of the Tower of Babylon and opening the curtains to let the light of the full moon spill through the drapes overtop the television and as each layer of cake is laid down the tension builds, right up to the last breath of the last verse, the teetering sense that the band couldn't possibly ride that wave through the whole set, but they do! And as the last song outros, the cake is presented, the credits roll, and you cry, you can't be sure if you're crying because the cake didn't fall or because of the silver moonlight. That's what the Guest Bedroom sounded like to me. - Doc Pickles.

HOUSE PARTY.

Remember The Bagel? This show wasn't at The Bagel. It was above The Bagel in a house. The more you look at the word bagel, the less that world looks right. Bagel. Bagel bagel bagel.

FROG MUSIC.

Jazz flute - NO. NEVER.

Cheese flute - YES. ALWAYS.

We're writing new songs, and every now and then Rob will play what we've decided to call FROG MUSIC. Music for Frogs.

PIANOS...

...ARE COOL.

BASEMENT DRAMA.

A couple dramatic pics from one of our old jam spaces.

BASEMENTS. SERIOUSNESS.

FOGGY.

One time we fogged up our practice space and nobody could see a thing.

BOO.

DEEP FREEZE. GHOST DRUMMER.

BAD ART.

Fact: the worst venue art you will ever see in your life lives in Fredericton, New Brunswick.

Please challenge this claim by sending photo evidence of your favourite terrible venue art to: info@theguestbedroom.com

SPIN THE WHEEL.