Showlife

…resist the delicious-looking soy-related junk food everywhere…

Wednesday, March 19th, 2008

“Somehow survived the night. Out of Oklahoma, through Illinois, on our way through Indiana towards Ohio.”

…as we are all frozen, eyes on the road…

Wednesday, March 19th, 2008

“Parked in a reststop on the border between Missouri & Oklahoma.”

…trembling with helpless energy…

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

“Finally found time to write, while waiting for Nathan to finish having his body x-rayed.”

 
We dream of un-confiscated forties, shit-cheap liquor off a plywood bar, smoking inside, bands in the backyard, in the basement, in the bathtub. Out of necessity, we do shows at venues that are pretty lenient by New York standards, but in a perfect world every show would happen at home (in this city of eternal roommates). To get to the nitty-gritty, if you have a space, and think music forcefully shoved inside might work for us both, drop us an email. We can use all shapes and sizes, from pretty little alleyways or back porches for an acoustic kind of good time, or an industrial-looking basement for around 100 kids to spazz the fuck out in…