After being in two bands with Todd, I think that we're cursed with losing drummers. I mean, we're not Spinal Tap, what the hell. Due to some tough choices Uli has parted ways with Mayor For Life to pursue some other creative outlets in his life. I really wish he didn't have to leave the band because, as a bass player, it's tough to find that certain connection that you get with certain drummers, and Uli is one hell of a drummer. Uli has helped me grow not only as a bass player and musician, but is a great friend as well. I'm really going to miss what we had. Time to move on and forward.
Rich
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Show Recap, 1-30-10 @ Quenchers
Saturday night was a hell of a lot of fun. I think I speak for all of us when I say goddamn do I love playing shows at Quenchers. Not only does it seem like you've totally packed the place even though there are like 60 people that paid to get in, whereas some douchey rock bar like...uh...most of them would be pissed that you didn't bring like 100 people per band or something, but the bar actually pays the bands pretty decently. Not to mention Steve, the guy who books the bands, is a super nice guy and probably into a lot of the same music that we're all into. Plus we all live nearby, and in all honesty, I love me some fancy beer. It's like this place is tailor made for us, especially me.
So as we mentioned a couple times in the previous posts we finally have some tshirts for sale, which we were almost embarrassingly excited about. Rich is pretty used to having boxes and boxes of merch available and sitting around in our rehearsal space for Bear Claw but I haven't had band shirts for sale since, hell, back when I was in Chiral in the earlier part of the previous decade. It definitely does feel more like we're a real band now that people can happily buy something that effectively says that they approve of our band's existence. Now of course we have to actually finish some of that recorded music and make it available for sale. That would probably make it feel even more like we're in a real band.
So anyway, as for the specific rocking that took place, I have to say that all bands really brought it. I'd seen the Columbines and the Chrome Robes a couple times each before, and a lot of us in all three bands are friends, so I knew it would be a great, fun show. Of course my expectations were exceeded. The Columbines played first and are seriously one of the most fun bands in town to see live. Not to be missed. The Chrome Robes were second and have an impressive collection of no longer made Canadian amplifiers, which is something near and dear to my heart as a fellow Traynor enthusiast, and they put them to very good use. Then, after a relatively long evening of enjoying several delicious beers from Quenchers' vast selection, we took the stage and I was all "fuck it let's let 'er rip" even though I'm not entirely sure I set the volumes of my amps correctly to balance with each other let alone with Rich at all, and with all the instruments blaring I totally couldn't hear myself yelling in my monitor. However, everyone seemed to really like our set and compliment us almost embarrassingly afterward. We played for probably 35 minutes but to us it seemed like 5. I take that as a good sign. We even sold a few shirts, which I suspect might be partly due to my Gil-styled salesmanship technique of pleading with someone to at least purchase one shirt from us so we don't feel like losers. Note to self: go for the pity sell next time too.
I also have to give a shout-out to my main man Mark Oster for spotting a Uhaul two-wheel cart just sitting out in the middle of an intersection at 2:30am one night, having the audacity to get all finders-keepers on it, and henceforth keeping it in our shared rehearsal space. I was only mildly sore and stiff when I got home at 4am, and all I had to do was take like 600mg of Ibuprofen with a glass of water, realize I was an old man, and wake up fresh as a daisy at the crack of noon the next day. I have Mark and that cart to thank for this.
So yeah, all in all, good times. Thanks to all who rocked and watched the rocking. Hopefully we can do it again soon.
Todd
So as we mentioned a couple times in the previous posts we finally have some tshirts for sale, which we were almost embarrassingly excited about. Rich is pretty used to having boxes and boxes of merch available and sitting around in our rehearsal space for Bear Claw but I haven't had band shirts for sale since, hell, back when I was in Chiral in the earlier part of the previous decade. It definitely does feel more like we're a real band now that people can happily buy something that effectively says that they approve of our band's existence. Now of course we have to actually finish some of that recorded music and make it available for sale. That would probably make it feel even more like we're in a real band.
So anyway, as for the specific rocking that took place, I have to say that all bands really brought it. I'd seen the Columbines and the Chrome Robes a couple times each before, and a lot of us in all three bands are friends, so I knew it would be a great, fun show. Of course my expectations were exceeded. The Columbines played first and are seriously one of the most fun bands in town to see live. Not to be missed. The Chrome Robes were second and have an impressive collection of no longer made Canadian amplifiers, which is something near and dear to my heart as a fellow Traynor enthusiast, and they put them to very good use. Then, after a relatively long evening of enjoying several delicious beers from Quenchers' vast selection, we took the stage and I was all "fuck it let's let 'er rip" even though I'm not entirely sure I set the volumes of my amps correctly to balance with each other let alone with Rich at all, and with all the instruments blaring I totally couldn't hear myself yelling in my monitor. However, everyone seemed to really like our set and compliment us almost embarrassingly afterward. We played for probably 35 minutes but to us it seemed like 5. I take that as a good sign. We even sold a few shirts, which I suspect might be partly due to my Gil-styled salesmanship technique of pleading with someone to at least purchase one shirt from us so we don't feel like losers. Note to self: go for the pity sell next time too.
I also have to give a shout-out to my main man Mark Oster for spotting a Uhaul two-wheel cart just sitting out in the middle of an intersection at 2:30am one night, having the audacity to get all finders-keepers on it, and henceforth keeping it in our shared rehearsal space. I was only mildly sore and stiff when I got home at 4am, and all I had to do was take like 600mg of Ibuprofen with a glass of water, realize I was an old man, and wake up fresh as a daisy at the crack of noon the next day. I have Mark and that cart to thank for this.
So yeah, all in all, good times. Thanks to all who rocked and watched the rocking. Hopefully we can do it again soon.
Todd
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Quenchers - January 30th
Ok kids, the bands are finalized for the show at Quenchers on January 30th. The show starts at 9pm and there will be a $5 donation for the bands. Come to the show, have a tater-tot pizza, drink some beers, and catch some good music. The bands will be...
Mayor For Life
The Chrome Robes
The Columbines
We'll actually have shirts to sell at the show!!! We're big time now.
Rich
Mayor For Life
The Chrome Robes
The Columbines
We'll actually have shirts to sell at the show!!! We're big time now.
Rich
Monday, January 11, 2010
January 2010 Update
Hey there massive amounts of RABID Mayor For Life fans across the globe! Here is the HOT NEWS at camp M4L!
(Imagine a squealie lead guitar harmonic sound followed by a dude going "AWRIGHT WOMAN!!!!!!" right here)
So we have reconvened our ROCK ATTACK for 2010 after some SERIOUS HOLIDAY TIME spent not having time to practice for a few weeks, and we have an ASS KICKER of a ROCK SHOW comin' AT THAT ASS! January 30th at Quenchers! BE THERE AND GET DRUNK WHILE GETTING ROCKED YOU LUCKY BASTARDS! We're in the process of GETTIN' SOME KICK-ASS T-SHIRTS for all you crazy people, conceptualized by me (Todd "the man with the plan that can be worn by a man or even a wo-man" Rabideau) and designed by our own Rich "Tha Phabulous Photoshoppin' Phool" (Ph)Fessler so you can BUY THEM AND THEN PUT THEM ON AND THEN RIP THEM OFF IN A FIT OF PURE ECSTASY WHEN WE ROCK YOU RIGHT IN YOUR FACES!
OK hopefully you imagined that with the voice of the Guitar Center ads on the radio. We don't know for sure who's playing with us yet but I will update when we do. Oh yeah, also, we have been working on a couple new songs that we may or may not play at this show. Pretty excited about this because, as I said previously, Quenchers is currently our favorite place to play.
AWRIGHT WOMAN!!!!,
Todd
(Imagine a squealie lead guitar harmonic sound followed by a dude going "AWRIGHT WOMAN!!!!!!" right here)
So we have reconvened our ROCK ATTACK for 2010 after some SERIOUS HOLIDAY TIME spent not having time to practice for a few weeks, and we have an ASS KICKER of a ROCK SHOW comin' AT THAT ASS! January 30th at Quenchers! BE THERE AND GET DRUNK WHILE GETTING ROCKED YOU LUCKY BASTARDS! We're in the process of GETTIN' SOME KICK-ASS T-SHIRTS for all you crazy people, conceptualized by me (Todd "the man with the plan that can be worn by a man or even a wo-man" Rabideau) and designed by our own Rich "Tha Phabulous Photoshoppin' Phool" (Ph)Fessler so you can BUY THEM AND THEN PUT THEM ON AND THEN RIP THEM OFF IN A FIT OF PURE ECSTASY WHEN WE ROCK YOU RIGHT IN YOUR FACES!
OK hopefully you imagined that with the voice of the Guitar Center ads on the radio. We don't know for sure who's playing with us yet but I will update when we do. Oh yeah, also, we have been working on a couple new songs that we may or may not play at this show. Pretty excited about this because, as I said previously, Quenchers is currently our favorite place to play.
AWRIGHT WOMAN!!!!,
Todd
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Fig. 1: Our Set @ Cole's, With Awesome Drunk Guy in Foreground
I think he was doing the Heisman Trophy pose here.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Show Recap, 12-12-2009 @ Cole's w/ Bully Pulpit and Builder/Destroyer
Some Of Your Friends Are Probably Also This Sick
As I mentioned in the last post, we had a show this past Saturday at Cole's, a newer bar that has opened up in that stretch of Milwaukee Ave between California and Kedzie where new shit's popping up like crazy. I've been hitting up Cole's somewhat regularly since I heard about it a few months ago, because it's within stumbling distance of where I live, and they have good, reasonably priced beers and a small cheap pool table. I was stoked when we were offered the show by Mat from Builder/Destroyer (because Bear Claw couldn't play--I'm not gonna lie, we get a lot of shows this way), since I was interested to see what this place was like as a music venue. Also we hadn't played a show since August, so we were due for another.
There were many things popping up over the last few weeks that conspired to burst my bubble about this show, however. First of all, Rich and I both got sick with the same thing at the same time--some nasty sinus infection/sore throat/cough thing that we suspect we both picked up at the Jesus Lizard show the day after Thanksgiving. This fucker is tenacious. It will not go away, and we're going on more than two and a half weeks since that Jesus Lizard show. Also Uli had a bunch of papers and tests and stuff for the end of the semester. This all sort of limited our quantity and quality of rehearsals in the last couple of weeks, and I'm not sure if this would have happened anyway, but definitely we couldn't finish those recordings by overdubbing any vocals. Also I'm going to pretend that it contributed to us not having any shirts or anything for sale yet at the show, but really, we probably just sorta dropped the ball on that.
The day of the show came up and we were feeling in good spirits, if not altogether in good health. This was the first show we've played since we moved to our new rehearsal space way out on the Northwest side, complete with loading dock and elevator. Also, one key benefit of sharing a band member with Bear Claw is that they let us use their van. I really would like to thank Scott and Rob for that. Thanks dudes! We owe you.
So we ran through a couple songs to warm up and tighten up some sloppiness, then loaded up and headed to Cole's. Things were going pretty well, and various home and store-bought remedies kept the sickness at arms length. Then, upon arriving, it started raining and sleeting and I nearly crumpled several fixed gear bicycles chained to a pole directly in front of the venue while brazenly attempting to parallel park the enormous Bear Claw van using the side mirror and some context clues for the large blind spot. Luckily I was alerted by Rich a split second before disaster, when he poked his head out of the window and told me about this fact. I then parked somewhat awkwardly without damaging any bicycles and we began to load in.
I immediately wished I had crumpled all of the bicycles and possibly taken a dump on the seats as soon as we reached the back room with the first handfuls of our heavy equipment. Here, we encountered the likely owners of the bicycles, who were inebriated to an excessive degree for the early hour of 7pm, and were shouting nonsense into a microphone on the stage for some reason, guffawing and shouting inside jokes, wrestling each other and spilling beer all over the place while simultaneously managing to get completely in our way and not give a fuck that we had really heavy and expensive shit we were trying to unload around them. In fact I think a couple dudes openly mocked us, unintelligibly, for performing manual labor. I didn't respond because I had no idea what they were talking about, but I could feel my fists tightening up with rage every second I was in that back room, and knew that Rich was most certainly in danger of boiling over and strangling a dude or two. He's like 125lbs soaking wet and six foot something tall, but he makes up for it with his intangible weapon: intense, bottled up rage. I was worried something bad would happen either to our equipment or to those drunken douchebags. As we were finishing loading up, some friends began to trickle in and I warned them not to enter into the back room if they didn't want to feel the murderous rage that they could read on my face. After finally convincing the owner to get those assholes out of our way and away from any live microphones, we finished arranging our stuff on the stage and hooking up our amps, and I retreated to a nearby Mexican restaurant with my friend Andy K (who probably wanted to murder everyone moreso than me) to chill out and get a bite to eat. It wasn't the best pair of tacos I've ever had, but it magically filled me up for like five bucks, so that problem was solved efficiently. Luckily the douchey drunks were completely out of the back room when I got back, and Rich had kept his cool without strangling any dudes at all. I got a drink and finished setting my shit up.
Eventually we decided to get the show started. Of course the one thing I didn't bring a spare for, a short patch cable between pedals, decides to get fucked in transit to the gig, and no sound came out of one of my amps. Slight stumbling block. After a few minutes of troubleshooting, we fixed the problem and began playing. Except for Rich's thunderous bass amplification (comprising exactly 17 of our 21 speakers) shaking the stage so violently that something was vibrating horribly and making a weird sound, things sounded pretty good. We get into it, people seem to be having a good time and getting rocked sufficiently. Some weird and totally wasted dude in a sport coat and shirt and tie is *really* into it. I love it when there's a totally harmless drunk guy just making an ass of himself, not giving a fuck, rocking out and making weird motions with his arms. Love it. I can't speak for Rich or Uli but I think that guy helped melt my previously highly annoyance factor with the drunks and the broken cable. That and having the room full of a bunch of my friends that were awesome enough to show up and go "woo!" after our songs a lot. Both helped. I think we played decently, albeit not the best we've played. Definitely had some fun.
Builder/Destroyer and Bully Pulpit followed, and enjoyably bought the rock. Either the drunk guy had spent all of his energy gesticulating to our set, or perhaps they just didn't move him to rock out as much, because he just kind of stood off to the side, occasionally moving his arms and nodding "yes" as if to approve of the rocking. Drunk guy advantage: Mayor For Life. I enjoyed them thoroughly however.
Not very surprisingly since it was a free show in a small room full of our small crowd of mainly friends, we played for $10 in free drinks per band member, used only by me, the only drinking band member. I used my $10 to get a couple beers for my friends. We didn't even bother to ask Cole for a little gas money for helping pack his bar with drinkers, not expecting to receive any. Suffice it to say, Quencher's is still our favorite place to play to a small room full of our friends, and Cole's will probably just be the place that I go to have a few drinks somewhat regularly.
On the way out, after we loaded up and were saying our goodbyes to the other bands, the singer of Bully Pulpit offered up an almost embarrassing amount of praise and, confusingly, a pair of white boxes that we thought (hoped) might be delicious cakes. I think he said it was a gift to bribe us to finally have some stuff recorded for him to listen to, but we were kinda confused and out of it so we thanked him profusely and got out of dodge. We opened the boxes up in the van and found a pair of really nice headphones. Whoa, thanks dude! That guy's awesome.
Thanks to everyone that came out, and to everyone who just read this little insight into what it's like to be in a small local band that plays shows mainly to their friends. I'm sure this will be humorous to read after we've sold out Budokan and sold a million copies of our debut album that was self released netting us 100% profit that we donate completely to a charity that cures cancer for good.
FOR GOOD.
-Todd
As I mentioned in the last post, we had a show this past Saturday at Cole's, a newer bar that has opened up in that stretch of Milwaukee Ave between California and Kedzie where new shit's popping up like crazy. I've been hitting up Cole's somewhat regularly since I heard about it a few months ago, because it's within stumbling distance of where I live, and they have good, reasonably priced beers and a small cheap pool table. I was stoked when we were offered the show by Mat from Builder/Destroyer (because Bear Claw couldn't play--I'm not gonna lie, we get a lot of shows this way), since I was interested to see what this place was like as a music venue. Also we hadn't played a show since August, so we were due for another.
There were many things popping up over the last few weeks that conspired to burst my bubble about this show, however. First of all, Rich and I both got sick with the same thing at the same time--some nasty sinus infection/sore throat/cough thing that we suspect we both picked up at the Jesus Lizard show the day after Thanksgiving. This fucker is tenacious. It will not go away, and we're going on more than two and a half weeks since that Jesus Lizard show. Also Uli had a bunch of papers and tests and stuff for the end of the semester. This all sort of limited our quantity and quality of rehearsals in the last couple of weeks, and I'm not sure if this would have happened anyway, but definitely we couldn't finish those recordings by overdubbing any vocals. Also I'm going to pretend that it contributed to us not having any shirts or anything for sale yet at the show, but really, we probably just sorta dropped the ball on that.
The day of the show came up and we were feeling in good spirits, if not altogether in good health. This was the first show we've played since we moved to our new rehearsal space way out on the Northwest side, complete with loading dock and elevator. Also, one key benefit of sharing a band member with Bear Claw is that they let us use their van. I really would like to thank Scott and Rob for that. Thanks dudes! We owe you.
So we ran through a couple songs to warm up and tighten up some sloppiness, then loaded up and headed to Cole's. Things were going pretty well, and various home and store-bought remedies kept the sickness at arms length. Then, upon arriving, it started raining and sleeting and I nearly crumpled several fixed gear bicycles chained to a pole directly in front of the venue while brazenly attempting to parallel park the enormous Bear Claw van using the side mirror and some context clues for the large blind spot. Luckily I was alerted by Rich a split second before disaster, when he poked his head out of the window and told me about this fact. I then parked somewhat awkwardly without damaging any bicycles and we began to load in.
I immediately wished I had crumpled all of the bicycles and possibly taken a dump on the seats as soon as we reached the back room with the first handfuls of our heavy equipment. Here, we encountered the likely owners of the bicycles, who were inebriated to an excessive degree for the early hour of 7pm, and were shouting nonsense into a microphone on the stage for some reason, guffawing and shouting inside jokes, wrestling each other and spilling beer all over the place while simultaneously managing to get completely in our way and not give a fuck that we had really heavy and expensive shit we were trying to unload around them. In fact I think a couple dudes openly mocked us, unintelligibly, for performing manual labor. I didn't respond because I had no idea what they were talking about, but I could feel my fists tightening up with rage every second I was in that back room, and knew that Rich was most certainly in danger of boiling over and strangling a dude or two. He's like 125lbs soaking wet and six foot something tall, but he makes up for it with his intangible weapon: intense, bottled up rage. I was worried something bad would happen either to our equipment or to those drunken douchebags. As we were finishing loading up, some friends began to trickle in and I warned them not to enter into the back room if they didn't want to feel the murderous rage that they could read on my face. After finally convincing the owner to get those assholes out of our way and away from any live microphones, we finished arranging our stuff on the stage and hooking up our amps, and I retreated to a nearby Mexican restaurant with my friend Andy K (who probably wanted to murder everyone moreso than me) to chill out and get a bite to eat. It wasn't the best pair of tacos I've ever had, but it magically filled me up for like five bucks, so that problem was solved efficiently. Luckily the douchey drunks were completely out of the back room when I got back, and Rich had kept his cool without strangling any dudes at all. I got a drink and finished setting my shit up.
Eventually we decided to get the show started. Of course the one thing I didn't bring a spare for, a short patch cable between pedals, decides to get fucked in transit to the gig, and no sound came out of one of my amps. Slight stumbling block. After a few minutes of troubleshooting, we fixed the problem and began playing. Except for Rich's thunderous bass amplification (comprising exactly 17 of our 21 speakers) shaking the stage so violently that something was vibrating horribly and making a weird sound, things sounded pretty good. We get into it, people seem to be having a good time and getting rocked sufficiently. Some weird and totally wasted dude in a sport coat and shirt and tie is *really* into it. I love it when there's a totally harmless drunk guy just making an ass of himself, not giving a fuck, rocking out and making weird motions with his arms. Love it. I can't speak for Rich or Uli but I think that guy helped melt my previously highly annoyance factor with the drunks and the broken cable. That and having the room full of a bunch of my friends that were awesome enough to show up and go "woo!" after our songs a lot. Both helped. I think we played decently, albeit not the best we've played. Definitely had some fun.
Builder/Destroyer and Bully Pulpit followed, and enjoyably bought the rock. Either the drunk guy had spent all of his energy gesticulating to our set, or perhaps they just didn't move him to rock out as much, because he just kind of stood off to the side, occasionally moving his arms and nodding "yes" as if to approve of the rocking. Drunk guy advantage: Mayor For Life. I enjoyed them thoroughly however.
Not very surprisingly since it was a free show in a small room full of our small crowd of mainly friends, we played for $10 in free drinks per band member, used only by me, the only drinking band member. I used my $10 to get a couple beers for my friends. We didn't even bother to ask Cole for a little gas money for helping pack his bar with drinkers, not expecting to receive any. Suffice it to say, Quencher's is still our favorite place to play to a small room full of our friends, and Cole's will probably just be the place that I go to have a few drinks somewhat regularly.
On the way out, after we loaded up and were saying our goodbyes to the other bands, the singer of Bully Pulpit offered up an almost embarrassing amount of praise and, confusingly, a pair of white boxes that we thought (hoped) might be delicious cakes. I think he said it was a gift to bribe us to finally have some stuff recorded for him to listen to, but we were kinda confused and out of it so we thanked him profusely and got out of dodge. We opened the boxes up in the van and found a pair of really nice headphones. Whoa, thanks dude! That guy's awesome.
Thanks to everyone that came out, and to everyone who just read this little insight into what it's like to be in a small local band that plays shows mainly to their friends. I'm sure this will be humorous to read after we've sold out Budokan and sold a million copies of our debut album that was self released netting us 100% profit that we donate completely to a charity that cures cancer for good.
FOR GOOD.
-Todd
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
What We're Up To Right Now
Here's what we've got going on right now.
- We did some tracking for a few songs a few weeks back with Scott Picco, who plays drums in Rich's other band Bear Claw. Two of the songs we'd like to release on a 7", and then the other songs (I think we did 3 others) we plan on putting up on the web as a demo. We still have to record all of the vocal overdubs and get the two songs for the 7" mastered, as well as figure out if anyone wants to help us put it out on their label. If you own a record label and would be interested, let us know. Some time down the road we've got enough material for a full length and definitely plan on recording one. More on that when it becomes more concrete about where we're doing it and what we're doing with it. There are plans but they're pretty vague and pie-in-the-sky at the moment.
- Pretty much right after we tracked all that, we began the process of moving out of our old rehearsal space (a.k.a. Union Rock Yards) and into a new place way out on the Northwest side of the city. I'm sure that almost anyone reading this blog at this point probably knows what Union Rock Yards was all about and is sad to see it go, just like we were. Also you're probably not surprised when I tell you that it was kind of a shithole as far as rehearsal spaces go. Don't get me wrong, we had many fine adventures there and we do miss that shithole, but our new rehearsal space is pretty kickass and most importatnly it has heat. On top of that I think that Mark and Rich have a good possibility of doing the Union Rock Yards thing in one or two new legit venues, so all is good. Also, that amazing pool table down there that once belonged to the late, great Michael Dahlquist of Silkworm fame is in its new home at a new bar near California and Belmont that sounds like it will be an awesome place when it opens up. Anyhoo, the point of this lengthy digression is to point out that we were pretty busy for a few weeks with moving all of the enormous amount of crap that several of our bands had all accumulated over the last few years. Scott's still in the process of getting his tape machine and mixer set up in the control room at the new spot (which, as a bonus, the previous tennant had configured decently as a recording studio) and hopefully we'll get the vocals overdubbed and everything mixed and bounced to 2 track pretty soon.
- We did some tracking for a few songs a few weeks back with Scott Picco, who plays drums in Rich's other band Bear Claw. Two of the songs we'd like to release on a 7", and then the other songs (I think we did 3 others) we plan on putting up on the web as a demo. We still have to record all of the vocal overdubs and get the two songs for the 7" mastered, as well as figure out if anyone wants to help us put it out on their label. If you own a record label and would be interested, let us know. Some time down the road we've got enough material for a full length and definitely plan on recording one. More on that when it becomes more concrete about where we're doing it and what we're doing with it. There are plans but they're pretty vague and pie-in-the-sky at the moment.
- Pretty much right after we tracked all that, we began the process of moving out of our old rehearsal space (a.k.a. Union Rock Yards) and into a new place way out on the Northwest side of the city. I'm sure that almost anyone reading this blog at this point probably knows what Union Rock Yards was all about and is sad to see it go, just like we were. Also you're probably not surprised when I tell you that it was kind of a shithole as far as rehearsal spaces go. Don't get me wrong, we had many fine adventures there and we do miss that shithole, but our new rehearsal space is pretty kickass and most importatnly it has heat. On top of that I think that Mark and Rich have a good possibility of doing the Union Rock Yards thing in one or two new legit venues, so all is good. Also, that amazing pool table down there that once belonged to the late, great Michael Dahlquist of Silkworm fame is in its new home at a new bar near California and Belmont that sounds like it will be an awesome place when it opens up. Anyhoo, the point of this lengthy digression is to point out that we were pretty busy for a few weeks with moving all of the enormous amount of crap that several of our bands had all accumulated over the last few years. Scott's still in the process of getting his tape machine and mixer set up in the control room at the new spot (which, as a bonus, the previous tennant had configured decently as a recording studio) and hopefully we'll get the vocals overdubbed and everything mixed and bounced to 2 track pretty soon.
- We're playing a show on Saturday, December 12th at Cole's in Logan Square, with our friends Bully Pulpit and Builder/Destroyer. Cole's is quickly becoming one of my favorite bars in the neighborhood (I live about 5 blocks from there), and it's a free show. Highly recommended if you like fun and value. We're playing first, and the show starts at 8, so get there early and have a few $4 bottles of Leffe with me. Here is a really cool poster for the show, which I believe was designed by a friend of Mat from Builder/Destroyer:
That's about it for now. I wish I had more stuff to speak of, but the last couple of months have been pretty hectic with moving and Thanksgiving and Uli swamped with schoolwork and whatnot. I've been playing in bands for a few years now and every year around the holiday season, many plans are delayed as people are traveling to visit their family, everyone you know wants to have a holiday party all of the time, and then everyone gets sick. In fact Rich and I are both pretty sick right now, which sucks. Such is life.
Talk to you soon,
Todd
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