It's been a while. Too long, to be honest. My apologies, but sometimes access to the internets can be a little tough to find. There's also this abstract idea of laziness, particularly Jorge's. I asked him to post this for me days ago, so I wouldn't be late for soundcheck. Send him hate mail. Anyway, here's a rundown of Last Week in Rock:Portland, ME (3.30.05)
Something was definitely in the air in Portland. It may have been our most "unfortunate" show yet: Damian was battling a resilient cold, we broke a grand total of four guitar strings (forcing not just the singing of Les Mis, but also Tim's heartfelt performance of his rap hit, "Magic Combination"), plus my handkerchief/pocket square wouldn't stay in one place. We fought through these challenges, though, and came out on the other side. The solution... steroids.Cambridge/Boston, MA (3.31.05)
I was proud to see how much Boston appreciates the rock. A packed house greeted us and the still-juicing Kulash. They witnessed not only a fine rock performance, but one of the most awkward drum solos ever, capped by a fan screaming, "What the fuck is this?!" Ahh, Boston, I love and hate you at the same time.New York, NY (4.1-4.05)
We scheduled some days off in New York for a photoshoot for the upcoming album. We shot some wonderfully obnoxious photos. If you think the suits we wear at the shows are indulgent, prepare to be blown away.
On Friday, I made a cameo appearance with my old band the Unsacred Hearts
(for which I played bass). Their music could be described as "drunk," a relevant subgenre because it almost contains the word "punk", which is a far better descriptor, and also because it contains the word "dru", which isn't a word, but points to the fact that they drink a lot. They are carrying on wonderfully without me, and have been for a while. In case you're wondering, I left the band, not because I joined OK Go, but because I moved across the country. OK Go may poach hearts and minds, but never bass-playing keyboarder/guitarists. Not that it matters--Unsacred Hearts quickly got another bass player, a guy named, and I'm not making this up, Andy. Toronto, Canada (4.05.05)
I've learned there's one thing about tour that totally isn't cool: getting sick. Damian had been battling a cold for the last week or so, and we all sort of watched with a healthy dose of fear that one of us would be next. Well, I won the lottery on that one. Fighting illness requires rest and liquids. It does not need 11 hours in a stuffy Dodge Magnum. (A quick note on the 11 hours: our tour manager estimated the drive from New York to Toronto to be 5 hours. It is not. It's a lot longer. I believe our tour manager holds maps upside-down when he reads them.) I apologize if I wasn't my usual chipper self after the Toronto show; I just really needed to get home, get jacked on Vitamin C, and pass out.Montreal, Canada (4.06.05)
I wasn't expecting Montreal to be so French. But it really felt like another country (though not like Toronto, which also felt like another country--Canada). It was great. The crowd was small, but enthusiastic nonetheless.
So that was the week. Tonight we're playing at Maxwell's as the headliner of the early show: there's a late show after us. I'm sort of excited about the late show as John Davis
, formerly of Superdrag
, is playing. Davis became a born-again Christian at the end of the Superdrag days, so I don't really know what to expect, but I was a big Superdrag fan, so we'll see.