We just got a heads up that Kat Corbett of Locals Only fame on KROQ is going to play a track from the "Ruby" EP this Sunday...please tune in with us at 106.7 FM (in you're in town) or http://www.kroq.com/ (if you're not). Locals Only runs from 9-10pm.
While it's true that Kat played the reprise/remix of "Don't Dance" before, this is the first time that a track with us actually playing on it has made it onto KROQ--an occasion indeed. We are proud. Thanks Kat!
Church of Fashion this Saturday w. Avi Buffalo, OTP...
Hi all--
As July slumps to a close we have a nice little show this Saturday at HM157, IE the Church of Fashion on Broadway in Lincoln Heights. If you've never been there, it's a lovely old Victorian house with shows in the living room--nice and intimate. It's all-ages, and we go on third, which apparently translates into 11 pm-ish. $5. We're not playing for a few weeks after this one, so if you missed the Echoplex show, here's your chance for a bit. And take a lookit this lineup:
This is from a disaster preparedness guide written for library employees. It lists what you should do if you're in the library and various disasters occur. This is from the "Explosion" section:
Thank you all for coming out to the Echo last night, and my apologies for all of the technical problems. I really have no idea what happened, halfway through the set both of my guitars/amp/cable/something went out on me and I couldn't get it back--by the time it worked again I was hopelessly out of tune and my tuning pedal was dead--so it seemed like the best idea to give up. When I am under stress I have a tendency to want to throw things away and so being up there with just a microphone seemed attractive, although I'm not yet at the point where I can really pull it off convincingly like these gentlemen:
On a totally unrelated note here are a few more things that caught my eye recently:
I'm sure many of you are already familiar with it, but if not: The Codex Seraphinianus is a 1978 book by Luigi Serafini written in an unintelligible, invented alphabet, and mostly consisting of delicate drawings of unknown flora, fauna, impossible machines, architecture--like an encyclopedia or traveler's journal of an imagined world. It is vastly out of print and used copies are rare and prohibitively expensive, thus the download link.
Some images from the Codex:
You should check it out.
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Also completely unrelated:
Finally, this clip is tagged as "The Worst Guitar Player In The World," except that I think he's pretty good, has great rhythm. As one of the comments says: "Well this is better that beatles or michael jackson."
Our first show in a month--we are glad to be back. This is our "difficult" show, in which we pledged to play songs we had kept off of our live sets because they were too hard for us to get through without screwing up. We may still screw up. But there we are.
Eli Monolator is also sitting in with Flying Tourbillon Orchestra for one third of a song. He doesn't know what to wear for this yet. And of course we are delighted to play with Kissing Cousins again.
We go on at Midnight. 18+ and $5. A wonderful lineup.
I do covet things. I do. I am weak, they are beautiful. I would bask in their glory. I would snatch a few diamond shards of their physical grace, a tiny share of perfection that I more than lack myself. I would rub the shards all over my body and leave my lifeblood, gladly. I who have nothing. I. I--I cannot stand this. I am burning with fever. The flames take me. Judge me not, children of men! Judge me not.
Fortunately my good friend Poverty keeps me from blowing 5 grand on a pair of goddamn shoes. But ANYWAY:
Or, after cursing one's self for missing the boat on those, temper thy despair via a gentleman named Perry Ercolino, who will gladly make you a custom pair of these succulent "Nairobi" boots for a nothing, a mere nothing: $3,850.00.
Hermès "Piccadilly" boots, these here. Don't know how much they cost--more than my pants, less than a giraffe, I'd guess. Look at the box and weep, citizen. Look. At. That. Box:
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Shifting abruptly to musical instruments: I have enough guitars. I don't have a semi-racist handmade jazz banjo, though. The circa 1927 Ludwig "Big Chief" tenor banjo, my dearest darling cupcakes. Sold new for $450, which, adjusted for inflation, works out to $5,500 in 2009 money.
Anita Marto, a photographer who's been following us since our American Legion Hall show in January, has put together a nice slideshow of pictures she's taken over the past few months. Please take a look:
This was put up a while ago, but I just ran across it: video from our Pehrspace show in May, courtesy of Ben from Modern Time Machines--it sounds like it's about the last half of "Eagle Fighting Zebra." It's so dark that you can't really see anything (except for a bit of Jillinda) but the soundtrack is amazing: all feedback and destruction. I think it might be the closest I've heard to our...uh...essence:
