2008-04-07
2008-04-06
a dog on the dancefloor
So we're back in the studio mixing the rest of "Space Punk Starlet." We've mixed Space Punk Starlet, Everyone's A Neutron Bomb, and Take It For Love, which are all available as free mp3s (just right click the song names in the sidebar). Now its Get Up Go, Magazine Soul, and Jump Blues - but you won't hear those until sometime in September, when we release this thing. In the mean time, you should come out to one of our shows - we will play all of your favorite songs and more.
Speaking of shows, we're leaving to go on tour next week. Can we sleep on your floor?
Speaking of shows, we're leaving to go on tour next week. Can we sleep on your floor?
2008-04-03
2008-04-02
2008-04-01
Victoria Bar Dispute
Victoria, Tx. Where? The simple answer for Austinites is that it's to the right and down a long way. We recently returned to Victoria amidst much fanfare to a play our second show at Fanelli's. It was a situation of sorts that could've turned ugly, that's what I wanted to share today.
As usual, the gig is over. I become pumped, spaced, and ultimately really nervous again. I always want to pack shit up as soon as I walk off stage. The other guys prefer to mingle a bit.
I was at the car standing guard over my Boogie and I over hear a heated conversation outside of the place. A white guy, a black guy, and a mexican girl are there. All speak in ebonics.
Apparently this old black fella was given the girl a hard time and her boyfriend steps up. Now I assumed this would be a fight. I had a purple cape on so naturally I wanted to watch the fight, maybe jump in. But to my surprise, the gangster white dude made some pretty good points.
"From what I hear, you been hollerin' at my girl all night"
"(Mumbles something)"
"See I got a problem with that. You know I don't mind having a joke wit chew, but my girl does. It's simple stop hollerin' at my girl. I won't step on your toes, you don't step on mine."
It was a very pragmatic approach to bar dispute. So afterwards I walk up to the guy, careful not to appear in any way like a person who might spontaneously holler. I explained to him that I overheard the dispute and appreciated his peaceful resolution of the conflict. He offered me a menthol and I accepted in the spirit of goodwill.
As usual, the gig is over. I become pumped, spaced, and ultimately really nervous again. I always want to pack shit up as soon as I walk off stage. The other guys prefer to mingle a bit.
I was at the car standing guard over my Boogie and I over hear a heated conversation outside of the place. A white guy, a black guy, and a mexican girl are there. All speak in ebonics.
Apparently this old black fella was given the girl a hard time and her boyfriend steps up. Now I assumed this would be a fight. I had a purple cape on so naturally I wanted to watch the fight, maybe jump in. But to my surprise, the gangster white dude made some pretty good points.
"From what I hear, you been hollerin' at my girl all night"
"(Mumbles something)"
"See I got a problem with that. You know I don't mind having a joke wit chew, but my girl does. It's simple stop hollerin' at my girl. I won't step on your toes, you don't step on mine."
It was a very pragmatic approach to bar dispute. So afterwards I walk up to the guy, careful not to appear in any way like a person who might spontaneously holler. I explained to him that I overheard the dispute and appreciated his peaceful resolution of the conflict. He offered me a menthol and I accepted in the spirit of goodwill.
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