August 2009
19 posts
Many many thanks to everyone who came out to the Palms Bar last night and also to Max for setting the show up. It’s a dark, intimate venue with a positive crowd. Last night was the first time in a few years we gigged with our buddy Max. Back in college, we played annual Halloween shows together and did a couple regional tours. It’s good to know the tradition lives on. Follow him...
Voodoo Economics
The banks reported record profits this quarter thanks to the billions of taxpayer dollars the government doled out to them. It’s bad enough that the people who ruined the economy are the ones siphoning even more of the poor’s wealth, but to take the bailout money and then call it a profit is perverse. While Goldman Sachs reports nearly $4 billion in profits, the public is docile and...
Retrograde
In the end, post-production on this 4-song EP will have taken 2 months. This statement isn’t a complaint by any means; we were prepared not to expect results to stay on schedule. With music as in movies, everything takes twice as long as it should. This 2 month waiting period reminds me of the last semester of college.
Stay with me for a moment…. My last year of college I had...
Today we found out that Joe LaPorta is out of town until the 27th which pushes our whole schedule back another week. Realistically, we probably won’t have hard copies of the EP available until September 10th or so. That’s quite a bummer since we’re playing a free show on August 30th at the Palms Bar with comedian Max Goldberg and we wanted to have them ready by then. Well,...
So yesterday we sent off the masters to the Lodge in New York City to be mastered by Joe LaPorta. He’s worked on some of our favorite records of the past few years, so it’s pretty kickass that he’s mastering our EP. It will arrive in New York tomorrow so hopefully we’ll have it ready by next week, at which point it will get sent off to be pressed. Then it’s only a...
“If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once in the sky, that would...”
Thanks to everyone who came out to the show last night! It was a blast - waves of positive energy came off the crowd and it felt great to be apart of it. The Lupins and Dino rocked it long and hard, and the place was packed. As I said to Alex last night, the best thing about this community is that the kids aren’t afraid to have a good time. In the rooms next door to us, a couple metal and punk...
It’s not that I’m surprised that there’s such inane opposition to healthcare reform, just that it seems to be working. While I remain optimistic that some sort of public plan will come through for us, the sheer extent to which lobbyists and the right wing are going to derail this progress is astounding. Of course the insurance & pharmaceutical companies want to keep things...
Many thanks to all those who came to our house party last night at Babar. We played a preview of tonight’s set at the Knitting Factory and it went over really well. Tonight should be a really great show with the Remus Lupins and Secret Secret Dino Club. This gig will be our first show since holing up in the studio for most of the year, so we are bursting at the seams to hit the stage. We...
moth
The salt shaker was empty so he popped off the top. He opened the metal slat on the iodine jar with the lady in the yellow raincoat. As he poured the salt from the jar into the shaker, a full-grown moth fluttered out of the container and careened wildly toward the light. He looked at the container and the saltshaker, now half-full. He threw them both in the garbage and went out to buy more...
Whew
On a lighter note, I ran a red light today right past a motorcycle cop and even though I flew by well past the yellow, he didn’t pull me over.
Don't taze me, bro
Lately, I’ve had frequent conversations about the encroaching police state. It’s back in the popular conversation again now thanks to the Cambridge police arresting a Harvard professor for breaking into his own home. It’s unfortunate that such a frivolous incident should dominate the national debate for so long, only to devolve into a fluff story about which beer Obama, Gates...
Blackbird
The boy weaves through the crevasses in the crowd. All the odd-looking kids—their tattoos and home-made dye jobs, their piercings swollen red and their studded belts outside the loops—these misfits shuffle past the wedding band upstairs, past the mortified stares of the guests in their white dresses and black ties, and come down the basement steps. The boy feels at ease among them,...
