Beantown and Shellfish Poo-poos.

I think I've developed a fear of a robotic kind.
What you can't tell from this picture is that these seemingly harmless toy cars are actually robotic killing machines. In the eyes of children... at least. What baffles me, is how hard it is to transform these "transformers" (aptly named) into their human like counterparts. Katy and I had a hell of a time of it. If we, as full grown adults, couldn't dissemble and reassemble these toys without breaking off parts... how could a kid (ages 8 and up) do it without frustration or even choking? I was relieved to find out that Dan had had a lot of trouble with these things also... and had already broken the parts that we thought we had broken in his attempts of trying to transform them (sorry Brian). Altogether, because of this, I now live in a state of constant paranoia fairly certain that the Volvo will turn into a robot while we're inside of it. Its not so much the fact that it would be a machine with its own thoughts and emotions that scares me... its mostly just being inside of it while the transformation process happens. Would we be crush? I don't know and I don't want to find out.

With a couple of games of cribbage under our belts and the failure of rant above... we took to the road so we could hit Boston. This promised to be quite a nostalgic experience... with both joyful memories and probably some very awkward ones. We drove into Boston and grabbed and parking spot and broke out our bikes for a little bit of a jaunt around the city. To my surprise, the idea of this scared the living daylights out of Katy (riding bikes around Boston, that is [which she now informs me made her "nervous"... so please excuse my misinformation])... her fears of falling into the Charles over took all thoughts of logic and enjoyment of such a beautiful day (1. we weren't even close to the Charles River and 2. it was frozen over so she wouldn't have been able to technically "fall into it"). Anyway...

Our first stop down memory lane was to Berklee College of Music so Katy could drop off a copy of her record to an old teacher of her's. And, true to the quintessential Berklee experience, we walked around the maze-like hallway system (see this sketch [sorry about the lack of audio... didn't have the rights to have some songs on it so they took it away]) just to make sure that it was still as retarded and confusing as it was before. It held true to me still.
We continued our adventure into Cambridge. We road from the MIT area all the way up to Harvard Square.... it was cold as hell... and I didn't have any gloves or a hat on. When we got off of out bikes Katy's hands were so cold that her finger had turned almost white. Apparently, we both have been too far south for the past year and 25 degrees freezes you to the bone at a surprisingly quick rate... pussies. I'm so ashamed.

After filling our bellies with some delicious mexican food (unfortunately, we didn't get to go to El Pelon because it burnt down [for the second time!]) we went to the All Asia (the ol' Berklee hang... a right of passage, you might say, into the playing circuit in Boston. You have to play the All Asia before you play anywhere else... in this case we couldn't get a gig anywhere else is Boston so we were forced to book the All Asia) to load in our stuff and to listen to the bands that were playing before us. This reminded me exactly why I didn't like playing the All Asia. On this particular night we were the closers... and all the bands before us were perfectly rehearsed, funky, glammed up, Berklee bands that I probably could have fallen asleep (or died) listening to because the arrangements and writing was so... boring. I won't get any further into this in hopes that I will curb my live music snobbery. So, we had a rocous crowd among us playing fooseball and pool while we played our quite folk songs... not ideal conditions but entertain/hilariouis (banter with drunken crowd members is always entertaining [Katy being asked to go home with a guy in the middle of the set and me trying to have an intelligible conversation with a supremely drunk woman about the French Revolution]) none-the-less. Also, what you have to understand, the room is tiny. Maybe you could fit 75 people in the room (fire code wise) but they still felt like they needed this:

Jumbo-TRON!

Not only is the place small but the screen was set up next to stage... so even if you were in a part of the room where you couldn't see the stage you wouldn't be able to see the screen anyway. Maybe, people like to see a low resolution version of real live to the actual thing... standing 10 feet away. I had to keep myself from laughing/staring everytime I looked over at Katy because it was right behind her and the sight was almost mesmerizing....................................

Despite the sketchyness of the gig... some great people came out: (sketch comedy/illustration greats) Tchadd Hanna, Dan Hanafin (for a second round!) and Bob Laing. (former co-worker) Emily Bickford. (former bandmate/helper) Joshua A. Russell. And Elizabeth O'Connor! Thanks guys for coming out!

We spent the night with Katy's friend Cory and wife Cynthia's floor with their cute little fat cat (whom I can't remember the name of) who liked to walk over and headbutt you in the middle of the night. I also put the bottom sleeping bag on backwards so the rolling clips were right underneath me... like sleeping on rocks.

The next morning we were off to Maine (but not after a delicious eggy concoction by Cory [thanks!] before we left) to take my hometown by storm! We were set to play at Skidompha Libary for what turned out to be an enthusiastic crowd of all ages! This was exciting...

This is my, "I'm going back to Maine" face. Very much like the, "I love meat" face.

Thanks to my Uncle for scrounging up (and running) sound equipment that night and thanks for everyone coming out... it was a lot of fun.

But what could have been even more exciting was seeing what my mom had up her sleave for Katy to eat! My mom (as many of you know) is a superb cookstress and went all out to feel Katy... even with her allergy to gluten! She made her gluten free pasta, sauce, apple pie, minestrone soup, bread... and lots of other things that I was, quite frankly, amazed about myself. She really went alllllll out. She even gave her e lesson on eating lobster and muscles!

Its all about the fingers (which is what she said) and claw crackers (she also said that).

I've got a good technique to consuming this bug of the sea but there are some old skool ways of doing things... as my mom's boyfriend Buzz clearly illustrates.
Left: Me (somewhat schooled), Katy (n00b/pwned)
Right: Buzz (FTW)

And all the while we had an onlooker who provided us with the most unlimited amount of sass that you could have at one sitting.... Miss Murphy.

Look at that sass... so much.

So, the past couple of days have been spent watching the History Channel, doing taxes and eating food....... but now its back on the road to Portland! Check back soon ya'll.

Cheers,
Luke

The best thing about driving into New York was driving out of it. What happened inside was kind of a blur for me. I had never driven in Manhattan before. I had always driven in the outer boroughs (Brooklyn, Queens….) because I feared the overall congestion of the monster that they call Manhattan. I think I was really scared about switching into my old bike messenger ways and trying to squeeze between cars and run red lights… but luckily that didn’t happen… for Katy’s sake (and her car’s [Big Black Betty]).

Now, my plan was simple: drive in, unload, park, play, re-load and get the fuck out. The plan worked pretty well, with a couple of quite delightful hick-ups. When we got to the Living Room we were greeted by two old school friends (more Katy's than mine) Zach and Sydney. We proceeded to take a quick stroll around the block to find some sweet sweet burgers and fries (I'm not the biggest fan of Manhattan food... but when you're hungry, your hungry). We returned to the venue soon after to be greeted by our good Austin friend (I'd say Katy's soul-mate and my nemesis) Miss Catherine Grooms and to my surprise she had finished a shirt I had asked her to make when we was in Austin for the holidays! It is the most well fitting shirt that I have... and it has embroidered pterodactyls on it (I'll have a picture up soon). And the final surprise came minutes later when fellow Mainers (yeah, they're everywhere) Jamie and Andrew (who I was band mates with way back when in the band "the Anit-Fascist Protection Wall" [which, I strangely found the master of our 8th grade demo in the back of Katy's car the other day and we listened to a classic version of "Fight for your Right" that we had recorded where I have a monumental FAIL of a voice crack in the middle of {Katy almost drove off the road when we listened to it the first time and had me rewind it a couple of times for re-listens (when she laughs randomly now I know that's what she's thinking of)}]). Apparently, I was so distracted about getting in and out of the city that I forgot to take any pictures... except this one.

Awwww... friends (Catherine and Kathryn).

After the show, unfortunately, we had to head right out of the city to get to our place of sleep in Ansonia, CT. We said our goodbyes and assured each other that we would see each other soon (which, unlike most times, I'm sure will happen very soon). With that Katy and I drove the hour and a half drive into Connecticut to her friend Tim's house where we busted in at 2:30 am and crashed on their living room (how appropriate) floor and fought for control of the sleeping bag and worked together to keep their cat, Doc, at bay from attacking our feet.

The next morning we were Providence bound! The night was to be one of the most exciting we have had for the entire tour! This was our first day that had changed venues... originally, it was supposed to be at a place called "Jake's" in Providence but the venue had been closed for city zoning. Our friend Jeff (excellent sound guy, by the by) then helped us jump on a bill at a place called Cat's (mostly known for its metal shows... this is what got me so excited! [technically, it's called K.C.'s lounge... a sports bar) in Pawtucket, RI. T Upon arrival we met up with my GREAT friend Dan and his roommate Tony so that we could go out and get some dinner at a fine mexican restaurant... or what I thought it was a fine establishment until I saw this...

Bimbo (which I'm now assured is a bear)!

I now had my reservations about this place... apparently, they are starting to expand into the unit that is next door to their establishment. And guess what used to be in that store? I pornographic video store. A straight up den of inequity. This just concretes my thoughts/accusations that Bimbo is really more like its name-sake than it is a delicious pastries/bread company. More on this later...

The show was pretty awesome! We had a fair amount of people out and we had a lot of fun playing! We were both surprised at how nice the club was. When we heard that it was usually host to metal bands we were thinking that it would be all torn up on the inside... just goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover (or title). It was actually really posh on the inside.


We also had local celebrity Liam McCormack (of Fly Upright Kite) in the crowd giving us our support for the entire night. We had plans for him to come up on stage and bust out a phat (notice the PH) bass solo in the middle or our sets but it didn't quite happen (he forgot his rig at home). None-the-less... it was awesome seeing him.... along with a bunch of other people I hadn't seen in a while:

Dan, Tony, Kiera (and boyfriend) and Brian (washed-out on purpose)

Best of all we had photographer extraordinaire Dan Hanafin in the crowd taking some amazing (and artsy) pictures. Here's what he captured from this wonderful night!

Katy and I preparing for our set (Photo by Dan Hanafin)
Dan was starting to get into his groove. me picking my nose (Photo by Dan Hanafin)

This is Dan's specialty. Its kind of like magic eye but with photography. Cross your eyes and you might see me mooning the crowd. (Photo by Dan Hanafin)

And the final installation of Dan's photography of the show. He says it was an interpretation of his feelings about the show... but I'm pretty sure its just a blurry picture of the carpet that he took while confused on how to work the flash. (Photo by Dan Hanafin)

Thanks again to the Whippits (great washboard player) and the Propellors for letting us jump on the show! It was a great time!

Alright. We're in Boston right now waiting to load in to the show... I'd leave you with a video Jeff's daughter June (the most energetic child I've ever met) crushing ice with a hockey stick in the driveway (to probably ward off excess energy) as we left for dinner but... blogger is being a bitch... I'll try later!

Cheers,
Luke

New Tour, New Line-up, New Record! (Warning... this is a long one)

Well, well, well...

Here we go again. Back on the road. I'm going to warn you right now, this post is going to be a long one. There's a lot to cover. Get your note cards out.

So, here's the skinny: over the past three months my companion Bearkat and I have been booking a nation wide tour for us to embark on. We've sent out millions of e-mails, made phone calls and sent letters to dead end bars, cafes, 10,000 seat arenas and suburban bungalows to try and get gigs to satisfy our wander-lust and love for music. After all of our tears and toil we've come up with around 30 gigs around the country. Check out our myspaces (Bearkat, the Loblolly Boy) for dates, towns and venues! Come out.

While booking this tour I've been working on a project of my own. In October I decided that I was going to record a full length record... on my Tascasm 4-track record... live (no overdubs).... and in random places around Austin (or, wherever I can find space). So, it turns out that I have a bunch of talented friends who can play multiple instruments and do it well and had spaces in which we could record said songs. So, from the beginning of November to the middle of December I set out to record the new 12 track record called, "the Selfish Years". It was so much fun recording in a shed in my friends' backyard (which I was living in a tent in for these 3 months, also), their living room and a ranchhouse somewhere in Wimberly, TX. There were many laughs, wall punchings (for percussion, of course), frustrations, coughs and triumphs in the attempt to make this record and eventually... it was finished. You can check out some of the tracks on myspace... if you'd like.

So after finishing the record, Katy (I will call Bearkat "Katy" from now on... because that's her name, damn it) came down to Texas from Maryland, where she had been staying for the holidays and we started our grueling rehearsal schedule (which consisted of me quitting my job. On this tour Katy and I will be playing on each others sets as side-men/women/people. The first few days were spent figuring out what exactly-the-fuck we were going to do. We picked up boxes... melodicas... banjoleles... ukes... manolins... pedals steels.... toy pianos.... shakers... and other odds and ends and came out with this:

Sometimes we like to hit the box (which is what she said).

Not really the greatest picture of how massive this setup is for two people and how much running around we have to do during our sets... but it'll have to do. This setup will hopefully make it through the entire tour (probably fixing a box and dropping off some stuff on the way). Anywho... we re-arranged each other's songs and came out with some pretty amazing results!

Remember those talented friends I was telling you about? Well, they also happen to be very good looking and probably the most amazing people that you could possibly ever meet and it made it extremely hard to leave them all behind.... especially after such a heartfelt fair-well/CD release/tour kick-off show at Flipnotics (I like to put together multi-faceted shows [more bang for your buck, I guess {which is what she said}]). And yes, I did cry... but nobody saw it. Here are some of their handsome/beautiful faces:

Ok... so no real faces at all... but I guarantee that they're amazing in every aspect.

Enough of this mushy stuff. Lets get to the action.

Our first stop of is good ol' NOLA, which is a good 8 hour drive from Austin. Nothing really interesting happened on the way over there... I said some stupid things (what's new?) and we went over a 20 mile bridge... big whoop. Well, one interesting thing happened. Apparently, we came up on an accident that had happened moments before we passed it. Traffic started to sputter to a halt and we started to see random bits of plastic and metal scattered around the highway. So, while other cars were weaving in and out of the debris I was (like many other motorists) enthralled by the excitement/tragedy of a car wreck. And in my lack of attention to the road I failed to notice a very large piece of bumper in the middle of the road and I failed to swerve around it. This resulted in me dragging said bumper (scratching and scraping) underneath the car for about 1 mile. It was a horrific noise and as we passed by the actual wreck people seemed to stop what they were doing to save lives and take the time to stare me down as they listened to the racket coming from the undercarriage of the car. Great job guys. Great job.

As for NOLA... it was pretty great. The venue we played at was called, "The Neutral Grounds Coffeehouse" which I had played before about a year earlier.


And to my delight both my sister and a bunch of fellow Mainiacs (who have been volunteering) showed up to the show to take a listen and to pick up the new record! YEAH!

After the show we went back to my sister's place in Pascagoula, Mississippi where we took the next day to hang out and take a tour of the pretty (?) little town before we went up to the big city of Mobile, AL to play the Alabama Music Box.

Note please note: Katy's Terrified Face

It was at this point that we came to figure out (really, what we had feared the whole time) that all sound guys are going to hate us. We don't have pick-ups for half of our instruments so we have to use microphones for our instruments... which is kind of a sound guys worst nightmare. This increases the chances of extreme feedback to happen (depending on the room). Not only do we have this non-electrified instruments, we also have a box that we pound on and a toy piano that is very quiet. So, if you're going to be running sound for us in the near future... I'm very very sorry.

We continued after the show to my dad's house, which is about 45 minutes north of Mobile in the middle-of-ass-nowhere Alabama (think of your stereotypical movies about southern life... it's like that). The only difference is that my dad's house is totally run on solar energy... it produces enough energy during the day to shoot it back out into the Alabama power grid. The first time I was there when he had it all set up one of the power trucks came to check the meter and we had a good laugh when they looked at it and saw that the meter was spinning backwards... they still have yet to figure out what to do about that. But most amazing about this place (Middle Earth Healing Center [maybe I can get my dad to write you something about it]) is probably this:

HUGE PINE CONES!

I mean... I don't know if its all of the universal energies hanging around... or the cd's hanging on strings to keep the deer away from the gardens, the terrifying geese, or the sweet cats and dogs or the humanure (that people poop) compost piles hanging around... but I'm pretty sure pine cones aren't supposed to be as big as a size 11 1/2 shoe (you know that they say about the size of your pine cone....).

We left our Alabama residence and headed up north to Nashville (or, as the locals call it, Nashvegas) for our show at the Bongo Java After Hours Theater. On our way up there I decided that Alabama is probably the most sexual innuendo filled state there is (even more than Texas). Examples:














We found this gem while headin' down the highway in northern Alabama. You can't tell me they didn't 'think about this before they actually made the name of the company, "Bimbo" (bimbo n. , pl. -bos . Slang. A woman regarded as vacuous or as having an exaggerated interest in her sexual appeal.). The thing that confuses me the most is that I can't figure out if the animal on the back is a dog or a bear wearing a chef's hat. Either way, I wouldn't want either animals in the kitchen (and definitely does not go by the definition of the word)... and apparently when they do get in there they make terrifying faces with the food (although, I'm pretty sure the subject of the word's definition would probably do that too)(see picture to the left).

Immediately after seeing this we ran across this:
Oh... COME ON! Don't tell me you don't see a phallic symbol in there! I didn't even get the rocket engines in the bottom... Either way, I think Alabama is good for a cheap laugh.

Speaking of balls... we arrived in Nashville to find out that it was FREEZING. Well, compared to the Gulf Coast. It was a balmy 24 degrees out when we got to the venue, Bongo Java. It was there that we were met by another fellow Maine, Jeff Elwell (see blogs before for our Magic Card playing madness!) and Katy's friend James Ferrell (who is probably one of my new favorite people... and an amazing musician). And to our surprise there were a couple of other people at the show who we DIDN'T know. They had already bought Katy's (Katy is a super-star, I'm not sure if you know this yet) CD... so they picked up mine. I hope their not sourly disappointed.

After the show Katy's friend Marlie met up with us and we went out for a bit to eat and some beers. It was at this point that Marlie and James started to have a very dry/sarcastic conversation that freaked Katy out because she thought they were actually being serious in their bickering... then I got really nervous because I was also in on the sarcastic conversation so I though I was egging them on. All of this was not the case... but instead we decided that we all had a love for the song "The Milkshake Song"... or did we? I don't know, I'm still confused about that song... I had already been inundated with too many sexual innuendos that day.
This is James. How could you not love him? This is him giving the most sincere hug of his entire life... I hope I get to see him again. Maybe, I'll get one of them too.

Then it was to the Carolina's with us! The drive was beautiful/terrifying through the Blue-Ridge mountains (there is something about wet roads, tunnels and below freezing temperatures that really get my goat). Up until this point our GPS system had been doing us well... but as soon as we got into Greensboro the graphic of our car on the screen went from a major highway to the middle of a lake. The disgruntled british lady who lives inside of it Garmin started to scream, "Re-calculating" as we drove off into oblivion and I frantically got out the ol' analog map and put on my map reader's face.

Turnns out, its easier to read the map when its right side up and the blue is water and the green is land... not the other way around.

We got our bearings and made it to the show where we were greeted by many nice people and our pal Philip Pledger. Check him out. And in case you were wondering what we looked like while we're playing... here it is.






It truly is Beauty and the Beast.










Philip was kind enough to let us sleep on the floor until the next morning when we were again kicked to the curb to barrel down the highway in our packed to the gills Volvo V70 wagon.














We were then on our way to play a couple of shows in Maryland and hang out in Katy's hometown. We arrived at Katy's parents house with greetings from her mother (who is absolutely glorious, by the way) and a very overly tired nephew named Pearson. I'm pretty sure it was my face that was making hime cry for the majority of the time because everytime I would enter the room he would just start screaming (he probably though I was a sort of monster with the big glasses and the nose-ring and the tallness and feather in the hat... among many other things). Though, we wouldn't give Katy the time of day either... and they are BFFs! Either way, he started to warm up to me and he decided that I was privileged enough to get this face.

Oh, 2 year olds... how I don't know how to talk to you. P.S.: He has a surprising amount of dexterity!

The day after our show at Coffee Cat (which, by the by, was amazing! We got to play with this band called The Brakes [who are a group of amazing musicians from Philly] with a crowd of awesome listeners {even though we had short sets... it was totally worth it!}]) in Easton, MD we decided it was a beautiful day to go for a bikeride! And it was. The way there was windy as hell and was filled with such expressions as, "Fuck this wind," and "Wind, you are such a whore". The headwind made our 20 mile ride there about 1 hour and 30 mins... the way back, on the other hand, was much more enjoyable and only took us an hour!





Katy dodging my picture taking madness on the bike (Left).

Katy trying to dodge. FAIL (Right).







After a good 40 mile ride we decided to settle back down for a good nap... but not without a good Bearkat cuddle.

The next night we had a show at a place in Baltimore called the Baltimore Chop. It was a nice intimate show inside of a small bookstore. No PA. No amplifiers. The way it should be. The crowd was awesome and the owner Andy is one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet in your entire life. Unfortunately, one of the banjolele's pegs started to slip so we had to drop that from the show (even after we went to the local bar on the corner to try and get a screwdriver [he showed up in the middle of the set... but it was a great effort!]).

The next day (after fixing the banjolele and steeling some 1/4 inch cables from Katy's dad [killer guitar player]) we made our way up to New Jersey. But not without getting some cassette tape reels mysteriously stuck on our side mirror while in the middle of Maryland.
Now, Katy refused to drive anywhere in New York or New Jersey (which, we both assure is, is for the best) and I warned her that it would be the most stressed she will ever see me. Its not so much the driving the stresses me out... it's just the parking and not getting towed and not getting all of our gear stolen out of the car. Unfortunately, we didn't have enough forethought on the whole thing so we showed up 4 hours early to the gig at a place in Hoboken, New Jersey called the Goldhawk.
In this show we were the feature at an open mic... which turned out to be pretty cool. Everyone was really really really nice. There was a guy named Roland who would sit in the front row with a djembe and play along with everyone's songs! It was pretty awesome! There were also a couple of comedians one of which based his whole act around reading out of the New York Post (which was rather awkward... nobody really laughed and the played most of his act say the word "whore" in a New Jersey accent over and over again when people wouldn't laugh... tough room tough room).

So, now we're here in a cafe in Metuchen, New Jersey... staying with my Aunt Hannah and waiting to head to the big NYC gig at the Living Room. We're pretty excited about this gig and hopefully we will make it out of the city unscathed. The closest thing we've had to a run-in with any thugs was just a couple of minutes ago while we were writing our blogs. Katy took the most damage out of the two of us.

There was a third one... but his ninja skills kept him from appearing on camera (or was he a vampire?)

Alright, I'm sorry this blog seems a little hap-hazard... but there was a lot to fit in here (which is what she said). I promise they will be more frequent in the near future! Until the next one... but "the Selfish Years" online from my myspace or Cd Baby (or just pick it up at a show!).
Oh, also... look out for carpet cleaning robots (they're called Roombas)... TERRIFYING!
Cheers,
Luke

The End. For Now.

Here it is. The final entry of the tour (b)log. We'll keep it short and sweet with pictures and silly comments.

Not the venue we played in Georgia but indeed a Thai food place (which came as a surprise to me... I was just looking for a good sex shop) with a clever name.

JavaMonkey (also not a sex shop). A fine venue in Decatur, GA were family members from out of the blue (China, mostly) will show up. I would suggest it. Very attentive listeners.
This is Brian. We rolled burritos together (not like that, you perv!) in Boston. He lives in Hot-lanta now... it pretty much made the tour for me when I saw him walk into the show... it took all of my will power not to stop playing and jump off stage and hung him. I love this guy.
This is the bed I slept in in Decatur. Yeah, the only bed I slept in the whole tour (even at my house in Maine... futon in the basement! YEAH!). Apparently, the sheets were of the highest thread count you could get... and I was the first one to sleep in them. Thanks Lydia. But I didn't deserve it! I almost slept on the floor next to the bed in my sleeping bag...
We visited my dad and walked around his property in Citronelle, AL. He had a good time talking to Krista about alternative energies and such things as that. I just sat back and watched the show.
and by the watch the show I mean I took pictures of his dogs the whole time... you should see how cluttered my iPhoto is with pictures of all my dad's animals... ridiculous.
The World Famous Celtic... only bar worth wild in Pascagoula, MS.
Also the only place where they don't turn off the football game TV volume for the performers. Unfortunately, I don't know if the Eagles or the Bears won.

We booked it back to Austin to try and get a nap and a bike ride in before the show started... the show was awesome. The Tiny Tin Hearts rocked it and a bunch of people came out. Thanks everyone!

Alright, sorry this blog wasn't very witty but my mom told me that she printed out the rest of it and it came out to 46 pages... so I figured I should cut down my rambling a little bit! Until next time... Loblolly.

Cheers,
Luke

Chapel Hill is for (insert noun here).

What a way to start of the day. Some hipsters made fun of Krista (not to her face though... literally in the seats next to her talking about her like she wasn't within earshot)... I swear, if I were in area I would have thrown down and told them to take their Peter Pan pants and hang themselves but only after they had cut their suicide notes into their arms in the most ironic of tones (I know, I'm mixing two subcultures, BIG DEAL).

After dismissing this episode we had quite a grand day. We went for a walk down Franklin St. out of Carrboro and into Chapel Hill proper where we got ourselves (surprise surprise!) burritos from a place called Carrburrito! I love it! And not a half bad burrito at that. We walked to a hardware store where an old man sold me a power supply (which, by the by, is the shittiest thing I've ever bought, it doesn't even fit into the jacks [which is what she said]!) in the least amount of words I've ever had in a transation (this doesn't beat Krista's oil change experience in New Harbor, ME... check it out at our myspace). Krista picked up a postcard at Chapel Hill Comix while I sat outside and took in the sights of my immediate surroundings and contemplated my choice in career.


The show was a lot of fun. The room was huge and full of reverb so we didn't have to worry about the dry sound of our PA at all. There were some people hanging out and listening very attentively. We had a three hour set so Krista and I got to play a lot of solo tunes, which was pretty awesome. I got to hear a bunch of Krista's tunes that I hadn't heard in a while and play a bunch of my tunes that I had been bored of but kind of got a new energy to play again. I also got to try out some newer tunes too.... recordings coming soon.

After the gig we crashed over at an old friend my sister's named Jason Sewell. He lead us through some back roads into a neighborhood that was pretty much overtaken by trees and crickets (maybe locusts... who knows?). He pretty much lives in a tree fort.
I fell asleep in my clothes and with the light on and woke up at 3 in the morning cursing myself for doing so (don't ask me why, for some reason I felt very angry about the irresponsibility of the thing, huh). I then fell asleep for a couple more hours to wake up to Jason's adorable kitties mewing and rubbing up against me in my L.L. Bean sleeping bag. Cuties.















I guess that's... it. Um... I guess there's only one thing to do. (raises leg and makes a fart noise with mouth [one cheek sneak]).

Cheers,
Luke