But I can't f$&#ing close mine s#*%

New York City. We've got a serious love/hate thing going on with this city. Over the years, it's been home to some of our highest highs and our lowest lows. This time though, the stars aligned. We played the Rock Shop in Brooklyn, not only to a room full of people, but a room full our rowdy friends. It was the kind of welcoming show we're only used to experiencing in Bloomington, or Muncie, but here we were living it up in the big city having the thrill of a lifetime. Thanks to all of our friends that came out and joined in the fun. We appreciate that.

 
This is our good old pal Airbud. He provided us with a most comfortable crashpad during our visit. He's one of the kindest, funniest, friendliest jokers you'll ever meet. You can tell he's cool in this photo by the way he's lounging. Airbud strolls, that's it and that's all. Here he is telling us some story about sex-trade-mad-cow-disease or something like that. I wasn't paying attention. We were way too busy scarfing his leftover Passover foodover allover nightover.






Our first order of business in NYC was to stop by the Kennel to record a session with Jim Santo, Billy the engineer who's last name I never got, and Jack Rabid - editor of The Big Takeover. Those dudes were totally sweet and the recording session was fun and went smoothly. We'll have more on this (and you'll be able to hear it) in about a month or so.


We probably haven't gotten a chance to mention it yet, but we totally sold-out of the Proud Flesh LPs that we brought with us about halfway through this tour, which was definitely unexpected. For as talented and incredible as we are, we're very humble, so the selling out came as a nice surprise. Here's a photo of the package of MORE records, sent to us by the lovely and beautiful Jared P Cheek of Flannelgraph Records. Hopefully, if we can sell the rest of these, we can afford to get Jared some drawing lessons and he'll stop drawing Bullwinkle on everything. Until then we'll be spending our time at the moose, goose, and got-loose.


Kat Lee is one of our oldest and dearest New York friends. This is her (and husband Corey's) band ohnomoon, and they are great. They should be dropping some recordings on us soon, so prepare yourself accordingly.


Right before we played, Tim dropped his cell phone behind/under the stage. Here's Kat laughing at him during his first (of several) attempt at crawling under there to retrieve it. It was gross down there, and probably full of spiders (like mayberry's old bandstand), but he eventually got his phone back and even scored a few new cables while he was down there.


In 2009 Glass Ghost released one of my favorite records, Idol Omen, on one of my favorite record labels, Western Vinyl. Here's me seeing them live for the first time and loving every single note of it. For those of you in the know, its kind of like if Ben Lumsdaine and Dave Segedy were fused together and joined Kill & Eat but had Aaron Neville singing. Not to mention, they were incredibly friendly and charming. I hope we get to cross paths again soon.


And finally, here's our old buddy Taylor getting into a shouting match with Bryant. Neither of them were upset, and they weren't saying anything, just shouting. For like a half hour. It was super annoying, so we ditched Taylor and murdered Bryant. Here's a picture of his corpse.