Plan B.

Plan B.


An extremely energetic band that writes intelligent music on the heavier end of the rock spectrum, Plan B. has been winning fans in Colorado and beyond since 2002.


If you're reading this, rather than slam you with the industry standard B.S., we’re going to give you the straight dope:

We’re Plan B., a rock band from Fort Collins, CO; started in late 2002.

1) We booked and financed our own week-long tour in the summer of 2004. During which, we made a few fans, shared a sandwich with a homeless guy and broke our clutch driving to a gig on the Sunset Strip (sad but true). It was a lot of fun, and convinced us that this is what we are going to do with our lives.

2) Recorded various demos, and gave them away promptly; somewhere to the tune of 3,000 CDs.

3) Played over 70 shows; regularly pulling 300+ at our most recent.

4) Starved.

5) This fall we will be recording our first EP at the renowned Blasting Room Studios. Not an accomplishment - not yet - but we are excited for the suffix.

We have been likened to Pearl Jam, Incubus, Korn and a slew of other bands from a slew of different styles. We probably sound like some of them, and in some cases it is our live show that impresses the comparison.

To experience our music is twofold, both visual and aural, for it is our performance that gives depth to our music: decides who we wound and how we erupt; and it is our music that gives voice to our performance: decides the mood of our monster.

The three-word sentence that best wraps us up in a nice little package: Energy

Maybe rock needs salvation. Maybe it doesn’t. We’ll go out on a limb and say that it’s getting a little stale on the airwaves, but fresh air is pumped in occasionally, and if we can be part of the influx, we will achieve our goal; surpass it even. Whether we are connected to or make room for whatever is on the horizon, we will have fun doing what we love and hope to reach anyone who enjoys us.

Thank you for your time,

Mickey, Mark, Dave, and Rob (and Kevin)


Gutter Squirrel

Written By: Dave Curtis

i’ll become uninformed and feed this social sickness
if i’m feared and afraid lift me up i’m
hesitant to repent or buy a better hopeless
when their words fill me up, I’m feeling all right

all they want is a cunt to pull an itchy trigger
let the kids have their gun and feel us dumb right now
holiness leaves their hands no faith in father figure
with your words here is hope, just let us numb right now

bored with the same cold god
your laying limp lines
torn, like this faith in me
born to die

turn this off right now
(did hope arose now)
(it ain’t right)
(this ain’t right)

I’m falling, I’m failing, it’s gone away, faith in this gun
I’m failing, I’m messed up, it’s gone away

word flaws, not hope
but let me try
word flaws, not hope
let it go

all they want is a cunt to pull an itchy trigger
let the kids have their gun and feel us dumb right now
holines leaves their hands no faith in father figure (your failed for father figure)
with these words, i’ll become, so numb right now


Written By: Dave Curtis

in eyes, i’m so ugly, filthy name, for a nippled truth
give my guts a cross to rest where my blood couldn’t change the earth
pulls me down
pull me down

over me, here to hang
my idle face, crucifix (on) or dirt
where for love leaves me lonely, facing eye (I) that I’ve turned inward
pulls me down
pull me down

give a kiss, fill a hole, I’m god, I guess.


Written By: Dave Curtis

i bend
wholly cold, she touches ice when i
spin like round top in her mind
find a weed grown for me
inside a patch of resolve
hop skip and a jump her
chain letter lives leading lies like i’ve ever won
i make amends
i turn my back
sharpen these thoughts
that draw only blood when i ask
who i am who am i? am i us?
every body here for you?
well, i guess there you go, hold your head, i’ll rip this page up with love instead

what got in your throat?
more of the same?
have half lips, hold half breath, all smiles and games
make you to bend to your toes
reveal me one honest face
repeal your manicured lust
and I'll crush umbilicaled veins
and beg
get you to give all you got and fuel my blood with the blame
and burn every bone and sign every name
every drop every tear every wish every taste
here we live, here we're young
every body here for you
well, i guess there you go, hold your head, i’ll split this page up with love instead

you’ll never understand it if you're under it all
just leave me alone

she molds herself around broken earth, covering soft spots on proud mud and dirt what doesn't stick gets scraped from her soft shell she grew a tree of branches and leaves she hung her stem around flesh freedom of hope and of dreams of just getting ripe baring her fruit sharing her flowers and buds she dropped her home to grow she dropped her skin for the sake of there below, waiting I hungry wolf with love.

she moves like I wish I could always peppering her steps with the act of concern always the smooth bow to forgive the quick step to forget, I know I'll never impress oh but I did and I can bruise the peach changing the pink into blue faking her tears for mine reminding me all too soon of how I won't peel the skin to swallow the meat, i'll blame the pleasures you were, you wore, you whore

hold hold me


2005 - Forthcoming EP to be recorded at renowned Blasting Room Studios, Fort Collins, CO in mid-July. The EP will be retail-ready and have a fall release date.

2004 Demo (current release) - Recorded May 2004 at Morningwood Studio, Fort Collins, CO. Has received radio airplay on Clear Channel stations 93.3 KTCL (Denver, CO) and 106.7 KBPI (Denver, CO), and also on college station 90.5 KCSU (Fort Collins, CO).

2003 and earlier - many self-produced demos recorded with various levels of quality, and handed out to fans for free by the thousands.

Set List

All original songs, generally one 45-60 minute set per night, though up to an hour and a half is possible.