So it's official. We're going on tour again in January!!! Got a few dates pretty nailed down, but working on a bunch more. Here's where we're looking...
Memphis, Little Rock, Hot Springs, Denton, Fort Worth, Dallas, Austin, Houston, Baton Rouge, New Orleans, Mobile, Pensacola, Gainesville, Savannah, Athens, Atlanta, Asheville, Chattanooga, Nashville
Trying to play 15 days straight. Gonna be crazy.
xoxo,
-nn
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
In Pictures : The End
This is what the Tour Edition test pressing looked like, if you have one you are super cool! There are only 34!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Belated Tour Rap-Up
Even though we've been back for a month and a half, it seems like we aught to have some parting thoughts on the experience of our first tour... here are some of the highlights for me.
-chris!
It seemed more like a wine blind and wild road trip than a "tour" in the conventional sense of the word. The shows were fun and "successful" (whatever that's supposed to mean), but the trip was much more than a collection of shows.
In three weeks we played 11 shows in 10 cities, drove exactly 7,601 miles and managed to buy only three or four tanks of gas out of pocket... we only got into one fight.
We watched a man covered in streaky white face paint writhe screaming on the floor of a Best Western Barroom in Tuscon wearing nothing but a peculiar object strapped over his dangling genitalia. Then, we escaped from a tambourine playing woman's house for San Diego at 7:00am because a certain band mate (who shall remain nameless) woke remorseful next to an author with wild curly black hair and futuresque shaved sideburns.
We chanted like pseudo shamans in the middle of a drain pipe beneath California's Highway 1. We sat on a redwood tree trunk throne and climbed a rocky mountain river bed. On Pismo Beach we drank 9 bottles of wine and swam next to naked in the freezing Pacific while West Coast hillbillies drove by in dune buggies and ATVs.
We crept beneath underpasses and through wire clipped fences in Oakland and smoked joints on the sidewalk in San Fransisco. We watched seals play in the deadly undertow off the black sands of Shelter Cove and cooked corn and bratwursts on a ramshackle grill built of sticks and stones.
I screamed at friends and strangers on a residential street in Olympia, throwing beer in their eyes and calling them assholes... some of them didn't know why... I apologized. All was well.
We drank wine, slept in tents and watched the sunrise for more than 7,000 miles. People were good to us and we thank them for that. Since we've come back, two far flung friends have visited and we look forward to sharing more of them with the city and the people we love.
-chris!
It seemed more like a wine blind and wild road trip than a "tour" in the conventional sense of the word. The shows were fun and "successful" (whatever that's supposed to mean), but the trip was much more than a collection of shows.
In three weeks we played 11 shows in 10 cities, drove exactly 7,601 miles and managed to buy only three or four tanks of gas out of pocket... we only got into one fight.
We watched a man covered in streaky white face paint writhe screaming on the floor of a Best Western Barroom in Tuscon wearing nothing but a peculiar object strapped over his dangling genitalia. Then, we escaped from a tambourine playing woman's house for San Diego at 7:00am because a certain band mate (who shall remain nameless) woke remorseful next to an author with wild curly black hair and futuresque shaved sideburns.
We chanted like pseudo shamans in the middle of a drain pipe beneath California's Highway 1. We sat on a redwood tree trunk throne and climbed a rocky mountain river bed. On Pismo Beach we drank 9 bottles of wine and swam next to naked in the freezing Pacific while West Coast hillbillies drove by in dune buggies and ATVs.
We crept beneath underpasses and through wire clipped fences in Oakland and smoked joints on the sidewalk in San Fransisco. We watched seals play in the deadly undertow off the black sands of Shelter Cove and cooked corn and bratwursts on a ramshackle grill built of sticks and stones.
I screamed at friends and strangers on a residential street in Olympia, throwing beer in their eyes and calling them assholes... some of them didn't know why... I apologized. All was well.
We drank wine, slept in tents and watched the sunrise for more than 7,000 miles. People were good to us and we thank them for that. Since we've come back, two far flung friends have visited and we look forward to sharing more of them with the city and the people we love.
"belle" - Debut EP OUT NOW!!!
Hello lovelies,
Our debut 7" record, "belle", is finally ready for distribution! It's already out on Let's Pretend Records and will be available nation wide through Carrot Top Distribution's online catalog Saki on Tuesday, August 4. However you can purchase the record directly from us below.
Our debut 7" record, "belle", is finally ready for distribution! It's already out on Let's Pretend Records and will be available nation wide through Carrot Top Distribution's online catalog Saki on Tuesday, August 4. However you can purchase the record directly from us below.
Monday, June 8, 2009
pizza party
hey joggies. we are about to order pizza. thats all but we miss you!!! we are in omaha we just played at the waiting room with some other cool bands and we are about to hang out and get SLOGGY. I miss you. We'll see ya soon in chicago and cdale junk
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Day 14 & 15
We had to let our Lizard go yesterday. As you can see, we were/are very distressed about it.
We picked up Tracy and made the loooooooong drive to Salt Lake City. Driving the Oregon trail gave the game a whole new meaning. We are staying with the wonderful Peter Densmore in SLC, eating amazing blueberry pancakes his roomate Andrea made us. Then off to Omaha it is.
LZA it won't be the same without you!
The Lost Coast (Day 9 &10)
Camping on the black sand beach at Shelter Cove.. Thanks to Muffy for telling us about this secret spot!
Relapse: Day 5
DA: Marcus what are you doin?
MM: I'm kickin' ass.
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We finally have the internet, so we're going to post a bunch of pictures we haven't got around to..
MM: I'm kickin' ass.
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We finally have the internet, so we're going to post a bunch of pictures we haven't got around to..
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Day 14
We love Olympia house shows. Some highlights of the show last night:
-A business woman farted on us. Zach said ew.
-Bands with songs about David Duchovney, face paint, and "I'm gonna pluck out you're eye and feed it to the raven.."
-A poop leak in the ceiling.
-Brent getting pulled over on his bike by a cop while carrying an 18pk of Ranier.
-Pillow fist pumps.
-Reconnected with Freddy and it felt soo good.
-Slept on a baseball diamond.
-The tiny braid.
-Another subway pit stop.
Shit was fuck.
-A business woman farted on us. Zach said ew.
-Bands with songs about David Duchovney, face paint, and "I'm gonna pluck out you're eye and feed it to the raven.."
-A poop leak in the ceiling.
-Brent getting pulled over on his bike by a cop while carrying an 18pk of Ranier.
-Pillow fist pumps.
-Reconnected with Freddy and it felt soo good.
-Slept on a baseball diamond.
-The tiny braid.
-Another subway pit stop.
Shit was fuck.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Kitten with wings (Day 13)
Sometimes we just hang out and stuff. "Really take-off is the only cool part" "naw man, I like air ports a lot." Today is the parade of roses in Portland. It is raining. "Don't rain on my parade," he said.
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