A Spike Lee Joint

Captain's Log, star-date 4/28/2011. The last two days have been more of the same for us . . . long days rife with tales of mystery, death, and deceit.

Aunt Cathy woke us up bright and early (or after noon) and took us out for a sweet little breakfast at a new restaurant by the Charles River. The food was good, the company was great, and the service was . . . interesting.

From there Aunt Cathy took us to the farm where she owns a share in their CSA.




Charlie and his wife were wonderful and after showing Zac his first ever chicken and catching a couple wild goats they forced Mike to drink a beer. He hated it.

We then drove back to NYC yet again because we love it so much. Air Bud met us at his front door, but first he answered the age old question . . . "Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?". He found her on Graham St. in Brooklyn, bought a huge pizza pie from her, and brought it to us to enjoy in his apartment. Bryant misunderstood what it meant to be a "GUMshoe" and tried to sit in some instead. Unfortunately we didn't get a picture of that.


Air Bud told us about his encounter with a girl named Molly. She seemed a little tough to stomach at the first, but nice enough by the end of the night. The story ended with Air Bud teaching Bryant how to do the hand-jive with BOTH hands at the same time. I watched.

We played a real buster show at Spike Hill, but our wonderful friends (Kat and the bandcycle crew) stuck with us through the end of our free 1 a.m. show on a Tuesday night. Zac decided to stay home and sleep instead of playing.

He made the right decision.

Spike Lee from Spike Hill got us all so wasted that we didn't notice the gas leak in Air Bud's place and Mike, Zac, and I died.

. . . we got better.

The next morning we woke up to find this clue:


We determined that it meant that we must seek out and watch Low with Milagres at the Bowery Ballroom. So we set out on our quest.

We checked Low's castle in Central Park . . .

this miniature city . . .

and Bryant's Droid. But alas Low, Milagres, and the Bowery Ballroom were nowhere to be found.

We met up with a dear old friend Jessica and it was immediately like old times . . . her and Zac trying to recreate Devo photo shoots in Times Square:


Eventually we found what we were looking for and the rest of night was pure bliss . . .

Milagres playing to a sold out Bowery Ballroom crowd that was into it.

And Low, blowing the roof off of my live show experience. We all loved the show. Low's set was just about perfect . . . a quiet, moody, seamless set, including nearly all of "the jams". They created a vibe and the whole place was feeling it.


Unfortunately Low's dark side turned Bryno into a zombie, who in turn turned Air Bud into a zombie, and they ate Mike and I.

Zac, the sole surviver, had a nice end to the night which consisted of enjoying some sandwiches and beers with his new best bud Steven at Kyle's wonderful Wiliamsburgh apartment.


This is Tim signing off. Good night and good luck.