No, this isn't technically tour-related, BUT, one time, on tour, we recorded four songs for Daytrotter.com. One of them was called "LEM Three".
Starting now, the previously rare and hard-to-find original version of "LEM Three" (as well as One, Two and Four) is available digitaly from XRA and Flannelgraph Records!
Buy it, if you can!!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Our Return to the Land of Milk and Honey
Captain's log star-date 5/1/2011.
Meet Kevin:
Kevin is many things to husband&wife. He is our drive, our life blood, our sherpa, and most importantly our guru. Guru Kevin called out to us all the way from his heavenly perch at the Chinese Buffet in Gas City, IN, beckoning us to come quickly and eat at his half-filled/lukewarm chinese buffet. So we packed up all our duds and climbed back in the Ecto-one (our wonderful 2003 Ford Windstar) to followed Guru Kevin's pillar of cloud out of the big apple.
As it turns out that pillar of cloud was actually a gigantic pillar of radioactive material from 3 Mile Island. It lead us right to Harrisburgh, PA. There Guru Kevin called out to us again. This time he took the form of an old dear friend serenading us with surefire pop-country hits:
We had a great time with Mike Johnson (Kevin incarnate), but had to push on to Pittsburgh. Guru Kevin parted the waters of Pittsburgh's three rives allowing us to pass through and make it safely to Howler's Coyote Cafe for our show.
There was a sweet city-wide gallery opening in downtown Pittsburgh. We only got to two of the galleries, but they were both sweet exhibits. One was a show for the girl friend (Katherine Young) of a great new friend we made at our show (Johnathan from the band Delicious Pastries).
Unfortunately the arts counsel decided to hang up all these paper snow flakes, but leave out the ones Zac's been working on all tour in the van. He was pissed.
After a short lunch with my doppleganger . . .
. . . we were ready to push on towards Guru Kevin in Gas City. Unfortunately before we could escape Pittsburgh the Heinz family captured us and held us hostage. They were pissed at us for being from the home state of Red Gold. Guru Kevin took the form of our new friend Bankt and came to Zac in a dream. He gave Zac instructions for freeing us from the Heinz families enslavement. Zac didn't quite follow it all.
Zac did manage to remember that we were to sacrifice a Red Gold tomato and spread its blood on our door post (looking a little orange in this picture, do to the color correction on our camera).
Guru Kevin said he would send the Angel of Expiration Dates in the middle of the night to the kingdom of Heinz, and it would cause all the first born ketchups to go expired. But if we had spread the blood of a Red Gold tomato on our door posts (orange here) the Angel would pass over our dwelling and spare our ketchup. This happened just at Guru Kevin said it would, and in the madness that followed all that expired Heinz being disposed of, we managed to escape Pittsburgh and push on west toward Indiana.
We made a quick stop in Toledo where, after many attempts and two weeks of practice, Bryant finally learned to do the hand-jive:
This made Zac happy.
After a nights stay in a hotel so nice you couldn't operate two [appliances] at once . . .
. . . we finally arrive in Guru Kevin's presence. Kevin talked to us through our entire meal, sharing all sorts of wisdom about the I-phone 5, local elementary schools, the devastating floods he would cause if he could, cool cars, the "Fast and the Furious" series, and his older brother. We wished we could stay for eternity with Kevin in the heaven that is the Gas City China Buffet, but he said he had other plans for us. Guru Kevin had other followers to attend to and so he sent us out. This made Bryant sad:
Kevin, where ever you are . . .
. . . watch over husband&wife.
This is Tim signing off. Good night and good luck.
Meet Kevin:
Kevin is many things to husband&wife. He is our drive, our life blood, our sherpa, and most importantly our guru. Guru Kevin called out to us all the way from his heavenly perch at the Chinese Buffet in Gas City, IN, beckoning us to come quickly and eat at his half-filled/lukewarm chinese buffet. So we packed up all our duds and climbed back in the Ecto-one (our wonderful 2003 Ford Windstar) to followed Guru Kevin's pillar of cloud out of the big apple.
As it turns out that pillar of cloud was actually a gigantic pillar of radioactive material from 3 Mile Island. It lead us right to Harrisburgh, PA. There Guru Kevin called out to us again. This time he took the form of an old dear friend serenading us with surefire pop-country hits:
We had a great time with Mike Johnson (Kevin incarnate), but had to push on to Pittsburgh. Guru Kevin parted the waters of Pittsburgh's three rives allowing us to pass through and make it safely to Howler's Coyote Cafe for our show.
There was a sweet city-wide gallery opening in downtown Pittsburgh. We only got to two of the galleries, but they were both sweet exhibits. One was a show for the girl friend (Katherine Young) of a great new friend we made at our show (Johnathan from the band Delicious Pastries).
Unfortunately the arts counsel decided to hang up all these paper snow flakes, but leave out the ones Zac's been working on all tour in the van. He was pissed.
After a short lunch with my doppleganger . . .
. . . we were ready to push on towards Guru Kevin in Gas City. Unfortunately before we could escape Pittsburgh the Heinz family captured us and held us hostage. They were pissed at us for being from the home state of Red Gold. Guru Kevin took the form of our new friend Bankt and came to Zac in a dream. He gave Zac instructions for freeing us from the Heinz families enslavement. Zac didn't quite follow it all.
Zac did manage to remember that we were to sacrifice a Red Gold tomato and spread its blood on our door post (looking a little orange in this picture, do to the color correction on our camera).
Guru Kevin said he would send the Angel of Expiration Dates in the middle of the night to the kingdom of Heinz, and it would cause all the first born ketchups to go expired. But if we had spread the blood of a Red Gold tomato on our door posts (orange here) the Angel would pass over our dwelling and spare our ketchup. This happened just at Guru Kevin said it would, and in the madness that followed all that expired Heinz being disposed of, we managed to escape Pittsburgh and push on west toward Indiana.
We made a quick stop in Toledo where, after many attempts and two weeks of practice, Bryant finally learned to do the hand-jive:
This made Zac happy.
After a nights stay in a hotel so nice you couldn't operate two [appliances] at once . . .
. . . we finally arrive in Guru Kevin's presence. Kevin talked to us through our entire meal, sharing all sorts of wisdom about the I-phone 5, local elementary schools, the devastating floods he would cause if he could, cool cars, the "Fast and the Furious" series, and his older brother. We wished we could stay for eternity with Kevin in the heaven that is the Gas City China Buffet, but he said he had other plans for us. Guru Kevin had other followers to attend to and so he sent us out. This made Bryant sad:
Kevin, where ever you are . . .
. . . watch over husband&wife.
This is Tim signing off. Good night and good luck.
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