SPRINNGGG BREEAAAKKKK!!!!

I'm playing this month with Adeline and the Philistines, a singer-songwritery group lead by the unstoppable Addy Leigh Park. Saturday afternoon we're playing a benefit for toys and their tot owners. Henry Clays and The Damselles are also playing, so if you're in the neighborhood, come on down for sweet jams and a good cause.

Endings

After plowing through all 5 seasons over a couple months, we finished The Wire last night. And while it's almost cliche now to say it, it's the best show on TV. Maybe best of all, the ending was totally satisfying, and worthy of all the great arcs and story lines leading up to it.

...which made me reconsider the last season of The Sopranos. I still think the inconclusive, no-comment way they left Tony was great and fitting. And at the time, it didn't bother me so much that the show decided not to wrap up everyone else. The seasons' stories made a point to say these characters would always have to look over their shoulders, if they wanted this life. But now that I see how a similarly dense show -- with characters who are also determined to stay "in the game" -- can do it, I look at The Sopranos and think, "...Really? That's it?"

What it was like on tour

Pictures were finally sent out, and I think these 5 kind of sum it up.






(no, I'm not sure why Andy is snuggling Dane)





















This one I just kind of like

I picked up some new freelancin'

First review is up now

Disclaimer: Not that anyone ever assumed I had journalistic intergrity, but no, I don't intend to always mention bands I'm involved with.

Remember when I was a model T.A.?

Withdrawal

I think I recovered somewhere in the middle of this week, when I finally stopped being tired. Didn't sleep much on tour, which is due less to the expected crazy partying of a band on tour, than from sleeping on hardwood floors and lumpy fold-out beds.

That said, I actually felt something akin to depression when I went back to work on Monday. I really just wanted to be back in that cramped, kind of smelly van, exploring the filthy depths of "Would you Rather?", and headed to the next show.

San Francisco was the best show. We almost missed it because of shitty weather in southern Oregon, which forced us to buy chains and put them on while trucks flew by, blowing icy water everywhere.

After 13 hours, we made it just in time. Maybe we were all amped up on sheer anciness, but the performance felt really good. This was my third show with the HCP, and I could finally just play the songs without having to think too much about them. The crowd was into it and we made a decent amount of money. Success, by all accounts.

More pics, 'dotes, and odds and ends to follow...

Calling the West Coast