9-14-06
So last night at the Crocodile Cafe was the finale of a week long tour with Dr. Dog and Elvis Perkins. The 10 or so people that make up these two groups are ridiculously talented, quirky, and sweet characters. Personality wriggling around like monkeys in a barrel. There was so much love in the air for music every night at these shows. It was unanimous that we have never had the experience of being on tour with two bands that just GIVE so much from a stage every night so honestly. It was like going to Prom with the prettiest gal, just feeling proud to be there. Easily the most inspiring time that we have had on tour. If you don't know the music of these bands, get a hold of us and we will get you some. You will be a way better person after hearing them.
9-13-06
Hello friends! Today, Tuesday, Cold War Kids, Dr. Dog, and Elvis Perkins are in Seattle running all around the KEXP offices hauling gear and making jokes by the coffee maker. Soon we will be taking over the airwaves in no particular order and with almost no plan of attack we will fill the space of about an hour singing, playing, and dancing on each others songs. It could be disastrous or epic. Tune in!
8.29.06
Questions asked of us recently that will be answered in this update:
1. Have you signed?
2. Are you ever gonna put out a full length or any music that I can
actually find?
a. If so, what songs will be on it?
3. When are you coming to my town again and with whom?
Well, we may be the last to tell you, but we have signed a record
deal. All this record label business has been a long road and we could
not be more thrilled about starting this relationship with the lovely
people at Downtown Recordings.
With that out of the way, we are going to release our full
length album titled "Robbers & Cowards" on October 10th of this year.
The album will be comprised of songs from our ep's and a couple new
ones.
"Robbers & Cowards" looks like this:
1 we used to vacation
2 hang me up to dry
3 tell me in the morning
4 hair down
5 passing the hat
6 saint john
7 robbers
8 hospital beds
9 pregnant
10 red wine, success!
11 god, make up your mind
12 rubidoux
All of these songs were recorded with our friend Kevin
Augunas in Los Angeles in the last two weeks. We were able to
re-record most of the songs on the ep's in the way that we would've
liked to originally record them had we the time. Also, we kinda had to
cause songs were taped over and computer files broken.
We started recording the day after returning from Norway and
we probably won't see our families before leaving again on September
6th. We are going out with Elvis Perkins and Dr. Dog up the west
coast. If you haven't heard either of these groups, by all means look
'em up and hear them now. If you don't listen but are coming to the
show, be there early and watch all the bands. I know, I know, no one
does that anymore, but seriously.
8.23.06
So its almost September and I have yet to pay my share of June
rent at the Bayou. We decided it was time we moved out and lived in
our cars for a while. The Bayou (coined by Andrew Hamilton circa -
'01) is the name of our little Tijuana-esque ramshackle backhouse in
Whittier that has housed many weary souls, including but not limited
to all those on front page.
It has donned on me that there is too much history of the Bayou
to provide. Too much influence on our lives and music and friendships
to compile and provide for you in much greater detail in the possibly
near future.
So now that Cold War Kids have moved on, the Bayou is dead,
dilapidated, and passed on to no one we know. It feels a little like
coming home from that summer camp that you thought you hated the whole
time ( hot, dirty, chaotic, yelling) even though there were moments,
blind hikes at midnight, the stomach drop waterslides, that you look
back on during the drive home and think 'dang, that was crazy.'
8-11
Oh, Oslo. This is a fairy tale land. It is true about the people and
their bleach blonde hair and beautiful skin. Oslo is so clean, the
people are truly friendly, but it is crazy expensive. Luckily we have
been pulling lint for months so we know how to mooch. We got royal
treatment at this festival so we didn't watch any other bands today,
just ate, drank, got free pants, and took a risk on a haircut.
Today we took the underground out to the outskirts of the city and
went on a muddy nature walk, thought we were lost, but finally spotted
Sogsnvann Lake. We jumped off the dock and swam in our unders in water
we swore was evian while all around us incredibly fit people ran,
swam, and stretched along a green backdrop.
8-7, 8-8
Fillmore and Avalon? C'mon, thats classy. Sure, the Editors were the
reason the people came, but we probably made a dent.
8-5-06
Lollapalooza!! This festival business is anxiety inducing. Sunburns, bud
light, and people moving like cattle. How can you make any kind of intimate
connection looking out at a sea of thousands of faces? The highlight of our
day was definitely watching Common from the side of the stage. He walked by
us before the set flanked by two guys in suits with bow ties. We wished him
well and he pounded his chest and gave us peace signs and we were so pumped.
He proceeded to walk on stage to, I don¼t know, 40 thousand people?! and
geese, believe me when I say, the guy is one charismatic dude.
About six hours earlier we performed our first ever day time show to the
afternooners stumbling in. Amidst all the madness it was surprisingly fun.
We wanted to hit the massage booth but we got too nervous cause nobody had
money to tip. Next time.
8-2-06
We sprung for a Best Western in Ohio, which for CWK is a posh move;
clean sheets, A/C, etc. So, irony of ironies, we wake up to find a
neat little hole punched into the back window of our van. Fear not:
all that was stolen was two pairs of one armed fake raybans and
Jonnie's dad's 90's discman.
Tonights show was a blast. Beeman's sweet friends made us feel like
heroes for playing "Bland Rapids." Online reading has lead them to
believe that we are too good for small town shows, which is funny for all of the reasons that internet and reality aren't always the same thing.
8-1-06
We had so many things we would've liked to do while we were here. The MOMA Dada exhibit, Central Park, Elvis Perkins show, many old friends in town; Dumas, LindaLee, Paul, Doug, Noel, Amanda. At first all this touring felt like vacation, but now we feel like 'that friend' who comes into town but doesn't have time to talk about anything of any substance in life. Just their band. Sorry friends, we're annoying. Southpaw in Brooklyn is gritty with so much vibe and the people were so present, so involved in the show itself, that we were laughing I think because we knew that this is how fun shows are always supposed to be.
7-30-06
"I'm in this prison you built up for you, in this situation I dont
know what to do.
Flashes of you were everywhere, Hoboken New Jersey." Op Ivy.
Hoboken has a beautiful view of Manhattan. The show at Maxwell's was
extra special as it was the last with Sound Team and Midlake, both
bands full of sweet gentlemen. The club has some insane history;
stories of Sonic Youth, Yo La Tengo and Beck whispering in the walls.
Oh, and thank you Noel for being our most loyal NYC fan friend.
7-28,29-06
We were sitting outside of the Mercury Lounge and I was asking my friend Doug who moved to NYC some years ago, 'how did you acclamate yourself to all this madness?' Every type of conceivable human; race, age, clothing, nothing is too shocking to cross your path, which is, of course, entertaining. But when you have a mind busy with projecting fictional stories, all this observation can make your brain zing like a firecracker in a coffee can. Exhausting. We are currently waking up in Brooklyn at 2pm and we couldn't be more pleased with our two nights at Mercury Lounge. Thanks to everybody who came and watched and yelled.
Philly is maybe our favorite city outside of New York, but tonight we
have no idea where we are or how to get to the part of town that we
like. The show was fun. Only comment to be made is that the stage was
about eleven feet high which leaves you staring at the shoes of the
people in the balcony. Do you ever think about what bands are looking
at while they're playing? Yeah, you want to believe that they have
transcended time. But is it best to close your eyes? Stare you right
in the face? Look at the ground, look at the ceiling? From this side
of the stage, we'll tell ya, it's never an easy answer.
DC was the beginning of the good times of this tour. Between Midlake,
us, and Sound Team, we've got a pretty thick posse going, not to
mention a veritae of musical styles. The stage was in a lil nook, so
we had a great time, new songs thoroughly jiving, and everyone seemed
to be surrounded by attractive women studying to be lawyers and
environmental lobbyists. Also Maust met Ian from the Make-Up and he
was pretty fanned out.
7.21.06
In Nashville we had a post show dance party which peaked when Shea judged a dance contest between Gabe and Beeman. Beeman's unconventional wiggles and gyrations did not win the trophy, but they certainly won the hearts of everyone in the club but Shea.
And world famous poet Derrick Brown was there. We went back to his pad and slipped through creeks, mud, spiders, brush and walked around an unfinished house and spooked each other out. It was nice to see the pretty country in Nashville, as other times we have only been around the big city.
Derrick concluded the visit with gifts for all, including a playbill of Nick Cave, a pocket picture of Sylvia Plath, Derrick Brown t-shirts, and a Miller hankey.
I will mention that this is all extra special treatment because years ago, we first were glowing fans of John Wilkes Kissing Booth and Derrick's own solo poetry, and I mean late night reading aloud with glasses of merlot screaming aloud at the conclusion of a poem like other kids do when the quarterback gets sacked. So we became friends and it's always weird to hang with a person responsible for inspiring your soul so much. Wait a minute, I'm not sure if you'll ever read this." (Lame paraphrase of a DB poem ending.) Check him out @ brownpoetry.com.
7.20.06
Back on tour again with Sound Team (great lads, we can tell already) in Atlanta. Last night in New Orleans, we debuted two new songs, whose titles are tentatively "God, Make up your mind," and "The Hat in Church," to a few stragglers rushing to get out of the steamy rain.
Dave Beeman has been elected to Tour Manager for an unprecedented second term with the Kids. Just to give you a taste of the presence Beeman brings, last night, (night one of tour and first meeting with headlining group "Sound Team,") we, both bands, are meandering in the Green Room post introductions, "hey, how are ya's, etc. Enter Beeman, who asks, "how old are you guys?" Upon hearing the answer of "28, 29," Beeman says, in an unaffected tone, "so this is sort of the last shot at it for most of you guys, huh?"
Which, the real genius (probably unconscious on Beeman's behalf) of the moment is that, all of us "musicians" are aware of this unwritten age rule question that, if one chooses to acknowledge it, looms over one's head like a black raven, and that is that ultimately, is there a certain age when you are no longer allowed to drive around with your friends in a van and play rock n' roll? Any thinking band guy knows that there are a hell of a lot better(?) things that you could do to help this screwed up world than banging out three chords. Right? So where is this cut-off in age? Thirty? How does success factor in to the equation? Can you be a 'responsible' band without being U2? Expectations of family, love, commitment? These are all difficult, self-effacing questions that may be dodged for the passing of another beer or the writing of another song.
Regardless, Beeman is deft at calling attention to the elephants in a room full of band guys that were enjoying just chilling out.
We kids have been at home now for a couple days and its pretty amazing to
not have to get into a van for three weeks, except for a quickie up to San
Francisco.
We enjoyed our time with new pals' Tapes. The tour couldn't have been
better. The triumphant pinnacle was at the last show in Omaha when T's and
T's were encoring and the Kids came up and jammed out "Jakov" with Jonny
Greenwood guitar bleeps and Art Blakey whack time rim shots.
In case you didn't already know, we'll be back on the East Coast in July
with Sound Team.
The tour will lead us right in to Chicago where we will be playing at
Lollapalooza on August 8th. This will be exciting and humorous for those of
us who ten years ago, grew up in an age when Lollapalooza meant Tool,
Dinosaur Jr. and Jane's Addiction. So come on out and ditch Kanye's set to
see ours.
When you come back to England from any foreign country, you have
immediately the senasation of breathing a different air. Even in the
first few minutes dozens of small things to conspire to give you this
feeling. The beer is bitterer, the coins are heavier, the grass is
greener, the advertisements are more blatant. The crowds in the big
towns, with their mild knobby faces, their bad teeth and gentle
manners, are different from a European crowd. . . The clatter of clogs
in the Lancashire mill towns, the to-and-fro of the lorries on the
Great North Road, the queues outside the Labour Exchanges, the rattle
of pintables in the Soho pubs, the old maids biking to Holy Communion
through the mists of the autumn morning. . . It is somehow bound up
with solid breakfasts and gloomy Sundays, smoky towns and winding
roads, green fields and red pillarboxes. It has a flavor of its own.
Moreover it is continuous, it stretches into the future and the past,
there is something in it that persists as in a living creature. . .
George Orwell, 1946.
Sorry for the lack of real updates. We are excited about quality time
with Tapes n' Tapes.
We have not stopped going for the last few months, and though we
deserve slander from friends and family for neglect and
unappreciation, we feel very fortunate. The only friends we really get
to see is the select one who assumes the role of tour manager, a
coveted position filled only by Robber, Welch, and Mike, Beeman is
the next in the dynasty, taking the train from St. Louis up to Madison
WI and for three weeks he will be our tour manager/ guitar & drum
tech/dream come true. Applications for July are being accepted now. 
I lost my hat in London. It was a black hat that I bought in New York
City. Jogging the memoryäIt's kind of a blur now. It may have been
stolen from Madame JoJo's when we snuck out and went to eat Indian
food before the Rumble Strips show that we didn't get in to but meet
up with them later at The Underground where a 60 year old black
skinhead woman was playing Stax 45's in a dark corner and we were all
cruised. We all walked home miles every night to Chelsea along the
Thames and Maust pointed out the historical sites and Pogues' lyrical
references while the rain drizzled on my naked head.
No need to worry though, even though it's early in the morning now and
we're only in California, we will be in New York again in a few days
and I'll find the same hat.
Due to broken laptops and too much driving we were not able to be as
thorough with the latter half of tour updates. Apologies. Our week in NYC
and three consecutive shows at Piano's couldn't have been better. To our
astonishment, the place sold out every night and we had a blast with old
friends and new. Chicago was our last show with our friends Two Gallants
whom we love dearly and already miss. The last night they worked the chorus
of our song "Saint John" as an interlude into their "Las Cruces Jail" and
there were butterflies in all of our stomachs as we watched from the front
row.
We are home now after the 35 hour drive straight through from Chicago and we
are taking the first and much needed two day break from each other.
Philly is insane. It's the best. It's the new/old New York. We're
relocating. Everything is the oldest thing in the country; first bank,
first prison, first italian food. History, brownstones, chilly
weather. Picked up promo of the new Jolie Holland album to daydream
to. Old College Buddy and bigtime auction house fellow Brent Lewis is in our pocket for a few days, till the new york shows. Needless to say, Maust is a happy kid.
Manager Brett made a serious shoe purchase. Did we mention that he
got a tattoo of the cold war whale in Gainesville, FL? Sorry, Judy.
Picture soon.
Night off in D.C. We saw the sights. Gazed at the White House through
the steel bars and wondered how anybody could sleep in there. Also
speculated as to, were we to jump the fence and break into full
sprint, how near we would get before being sniped. Jonnie claims the
Washington Monument was built by Freemasons. Is this true? In any
case, the red eye is disconcerting.
In Chapel Hill there was a girl that kept falling off her bike. When
is it safe to assume that somebody's on drugs these days?
The show in Columbus South Carolina had a special feel in the room,
where everybody was standing on bar seats, whooping and hollering,
playing pool, laughing.
4-20
Boy, talk about rags to riches. We pulled into St. Augustine (a much more historical and European Laguna Beach) "The Nation's Oldest City," and got a hotel a few feet from the white sandy beach. Caf? Eleven has lots of tanned bods, toned arms, peasant skirts, and convertibles. We are dining on complimentary salads and coffees and are laughing too hard at moderately funny jokes.
4-18
Tampa possesses a skate park world famous amongst its community for its pro contest. We played our show and had the park all to ourselves early into the morning pulling off sweaty shredding tricks. Like imprisoned men, we took naked showers with a hose and bar soap under the moonlight. Aveiro was awoken on the venue's concrete floor by a curious rat.
4-16
Gainesville.
What started out as eight boys throwing the pigskin around, evolved into Cold War vs. Two G's full blown midnight blacktop two hand touch football. The game lasted over an hour of actual blood and sweat, at which point the highly underestimated "Golden boy" Chelsea Jackson, (closet 49ers enthusiast) caught another sloppy lob in the end zone and put an end to what the Kids assumed would be a cakewalk.
4-15
Birmingham.
Nick's has been host to many groups in the past including: Jane's Addiction, Chili Peppers, Black Flag, and more recently groups like Spoon.
Still, not much going on Saturday in Birmingham AL. The neighborhood surrounding Nick's is racially segregated and we were advised not to go down to the liquor store unless we wanted some trouble. We did not want trouble, so we drove all night (with a stop in ATL where Brett gave shout outs to Big Boi and Andre) into Gainesville FLA.
4-12
We were a little let down by the French Quarter. Sure, we saw the house where the Louisiana Purchase was signed and where Tenessee Williams wrote Streetcar, but these days it's all frat bars and Bourbon Street t-shirts with witty slogans.
4-11
It's late and it's Houston and we are weary and introspective, reader.
One thing that all this travel does to you, unlike a vacation or a move, is that you stop thinking about home because you know it will be a long time till you get there, and even when that happens, you will be gone a week later again. And heck, your sleeping bag zipper is broken for good, and you're a bit nervous to walk out to the bathroom in your skivvies because you don't really remember whose house you're sleeping at, but you're suddenly struck with the question of 'so, why not start being happy now, like ecstatically joyful, right here and now, even though everyone around you has lost their minds?' You realize that instead of shaking your fist out the van window at the sky, you might as well laugh about how bizarre this life is that you have chosen for yourself cause you're not gonna sleep in a proper bed for a long time.
4-10
We learn so much from Moses who has a wealth of knowledge of all things herbal from working his way through college farming wheat grass and all things related to a soundboard from reading EQ Magazine and working in clubs with bands (varying in style from punk rock to mariachi). Moses has a $350 pair of earplugs that he thought he lost in San Diego but did not.
It's tough being away 9 months a year, especially when you got a girl, but he's got a special one that laughs at his nasty jokes and gave him his heart tattoo on his forearm.
4-09
Being that we are still so green in the touring department, we still kick out of the simple things that the middle states have to offer, i.e. Southern drawls of young coffee shop employee gals. Today we walked around Texas Tech and keenly observed a people group that we are only familiar with from such popular films as "Varsity Blues" and "Hoosiers." Tonight we are playing at a venue that used to be a slaughterhouse. (Only a tasteless group would point out how much that rocks.) It has come to our attention that we have not introduced Tour Manager Mike. He has been largely sick and untalkative for the CA to TX leg of this tour but he is a sensitive lad who seems to be the type of onion that needs some layers peeled before the potent stuff really comes out and permeates your hands. Here's him. 
4-08
We parked out back by the train tracks and walked into Solar Culture where
we sat down to a home cooked meal of something like eggplant tofu gumbo with
salad served to us by a man named Steve who was wearing an Indian dress,
western style fedora, and a cleanly shaven head. Steve likes to take care of
the bands and aspires to substitute a Healing Center for what is currently
the band room. Solar Culture is an old wherehouse turned art house/venue
with 20ft ceiling, mask room, elevated bath tub, mosaics, and artwork floor
to ceiling front to back each piece given credit to the local artist. Good
vibes, nice people. Gallants left the crowd stunned. Excited to be back in a
month.
4-07
OK, daily tour updates are back. First off, thank you friends for coming out
to the Troubadour.
Last night we played at The Modified in Pheonix and our piano failed us for
the last time. We found a repair guy today in Mesa who is going to
miraculously save it. In the meantime, we are waiting in the local library,
which is an amalgam of southwestern color schemes and 1990?s technology. In
Downtown Mesa, there are bronzed statues of people, many of which are obese,
their bodies lazily strewn across park benches. We forgive you Mesannites.
This AZ sun is too hot for anyone to do anything but eat and sleep.
3-29
We are Spin.com band of the day today. Write your feelings about our group.
We forgot to tell you, Cold War Kids are leaving for 5 weeks to go on our
first cross country adventure. We will be opening for a sweet band from San
Francisco called Two Gallants. In the meantime, we are preparing; packing
our k n apsacks, kissing our friends on their cheeks and sleeping for the
last time. Check up on us! We promise pictures and words from our travels.
See us off at the Troubadour on April 4th.
7/29/05
Back in Whittier and I couldn’t be happier. My friends are close, I am once again a mimos restaurant frequent customer, and I go to the dollar tree everyday to stock up on supplies. The new place is coming along just fine, we have to do some major cleaning, but it is going to be a nice little home in a couple weeks when we are done with it. The guys’ studio underneath the house is perfect for them, it is exactly what they need, no more practicing at schools, gyms, or garages. Some of the boys are down in Venezuela, and the rest of us are sweating in Whittier. Life couldn’t be better. See you in August.
Brett
7/6/05 (Tour Entry #10)
Mercy me, where to begin.
Two snaggletoothed locals and Danielle in attendance in Portland. 50 harleys parked outside the show in Seattle. Independence Day was spent at the Owens' romping through Fairy Field, singing "Down in the Valley," and porch swinging.
The folks in Spokane are serious about metal which is scary to watch in a haunted Masonic Temple. Ryan exorcised the spirits with body magic and we pleasure read while jackjohnson looking boys played Slayer sounding music.
Maust
7/5/05 (Tour Entry #9)
I think the last time you heard from us we were in portland. The red room was a little rough. But Since then we have visited seattle. We toured capitol hill, ate some good burritos, and slept on wooden floors. We saw many friends in seattle which was nice, and the show went well, it was probably the best show we have had as of yet, lots of people and we got some gas money. We spent the 4th with our extended family, the owens, at their beautiful home in the woods of washington. There was much to celebrate, and we had a nice day relaxing and eating lots of good food. We then traveled on to shelton washington to stay at the home of raincoat jones. It was a nice stay, especially waking up to pancakes, jonny cash and van morrison. Most importantly, we have picked up a drifter who will be riding with us the remainder of the trip and into LA. This drifters name is sam owens, and he is coming home for a while, and we are very excited about that. Now we are on the road to spokane washington, we have a long road ahead of us. Talk to you soon.
Brett
7/3/05 (Tour Entry #8)
We prefer our deflated soccer ball and not the neighbor's bouncy one. We prefer to pump our own gas but in Oregon we cannot. Jonnie has sunburned calves. We played at the Red Room and our name was high up, posted on the marquee. We met two gypsies and there names were Mira and Hawk.
And we go.
Ryan
7/2/05 (Tour Entry #7)
Woke early to maust hard at work while the others remained asleep. Showered, walked with maust to sfsu where I came across a copy of the suicide biography. Read a good portion and left inspired. Late afternoon held an intense game of soccer, one in which I was too out of shape to participate in. We were met by the lovely katie rains and finally left for parkside around 7. While setting up, I received my second dose of hank williams since arriving in sf. The club probably could have held a few more people, but we played well nonetheless. Our final night in sf was spent with jonnies sister who took us to a dive called the 500 club. After buying an awful burrito from a shady mexican resturant in the mission, we made our way home and went to bed. The san jose show was cancelled, (the second venue on our tour to be shut down), so tomorrow morning we will be leaving for portland.
Pigliano
7/1/05 (Tour Entry #6)
So.
Little keys played over and over start to stop us as melodies played over And out roger that over and out Tingling trinkling tapping across the teeth in threes Sounds echo in the hollow of
The eve that is about the breakup of the dividing corridor that the piano part broke into without warning. The estate of sound humbles itself into smaller neighborhoods where the boys save their lunch money to buy police line caution tape that they’ve only seen in sensationalized 1970’s english punk documentaries.
Matt & Matt & Brett & Nate & Ryan & Jonnie.
6/30/05 (Tour Entry #5)
Our plan was to get up early, clean the apartment we have been staying in, and be on the road by 10 this morning.......BUT we slept until 11, cleaned the apt, ate some burritos, got gas, bought a tape adaptor for the ipod so we could listen to some decent tunes besides the new order tapes I bought at a 99 cent store, sat in traffic, and finally hit the road to portland at 4pm. Now we are sitting in traffic on the 80 on our way to portland. Playing tomorrow at the red room. Tour manager Ryan is driving, manager Brett riding shotgun. Pigliano, Jonnie Bo, and Nathan are asleep in the back. These are our positions. The check engine light went off! That's the good news. Only 10 hours away from our destination. My bum is sweaty.
Brett
6/30/05 (Tour Entry #4)
Woke early to maust hard at work while the others remained asleep. Showered, walked with maust to sfsu where I came across a copy of the suicide biography. Read a good portion and left inspired. Late afternoon held an intense game of soccer, one in which I was too out of shape to participate in. We were met by the lovely katie rains and finally left for parkside around 7. While setting up, I received my second dose of hank williams since arriving in sf. The club probably could have held a few more people, but we played well nonetheless. Our final night in sf was spent with jonnies sister who took us to a dive called the 500 club. After buying an awful burrito from a shady mexican resturant in the mission, we made our way home and went to bed. The san jose show was cancelled, (the second venue on our tour to be shut down), so tomorrow morning we will be leaving for portland.
Pigliano
6/29/05 (Tour Entry #3)
Got up at a reasonable hour and thought we had a ticket on our ex-government van out in the parking lot. We didn't. Went for a nice walk in the mist,tossing our thoughts back and forth about Dee Snyder and how he's doing these days. Walked into the city, went to 826 Valencia and picked up some new readers. Hit some thrift stores and Ryan threw down a cool 75 cents for
a soccer ball. Hit that around for a while in the park and Ryan stripped down to his briefers to play. Said no to some drugs, and then drove back to the tower block and cooked up some pasta and salmon.
Pigliano was a happy man.
Matt
6/28/05 (Tour Entry #2)
Last night we played at brainwash in the soma district of SF. People doing laundry while drinking beer and listening to iron maiden. Perfect for first dates. The crowd was thin so we played a delicate set, which is great for us to use a bit of improv and feel the looser and softer side of our songs. Much to the chagrin of maust, we played a cover of the velvets 'im set free.' We have today off, so we're going back to golden gate park to play soccer and watch people buy drugs.
Nate
6/26/05 (Tour Entry #1)
Lamas and vineyards...our first show in San Luis Obisbo. The Dwelling, where we were supposed to play, got shut down and raided by disgruntled employees. As we stand out front wondering if we still get gas money...as the owner banters with officer Holmes, Ms. Holmes...we run into two kids telling us how every venue is being shut down in the city...fortunately for us...there's a mansion out in the hills surrounded with vineyards and lamas...a show of the ages is "going down tonight"...we're on the bill....right after the two metal bands. A mansion on a long winding dirt road...some band with death, night, and blood in its name being played way to loud on way to many speakers...rich kids with lots of pins on...lamas...and coldwarkids...its all happening at Katie's house...thanks for letting us on the bill Mike.
P.S. Lamas.
Brett
5/17/05
Hello everyone, its brett the manager. The cd should be done within the next couple weeks. We are really excited about it and we can't for you all to hear it. We are all really excited about the summer and we cant wait to go on tour. So yeah, we will see you all soon, thank you friends,
Brett
4/15/04
We are recording this and perhaps next weekend with Matt Wignal from Havalina Rail Co. We couldn't be more exicited to do it with him...analog, real to real...in an old backhouse..it just works. We're gonna try to do six songs...two of which are brand new. Songs are: The Soloist In The Living Room, Heavy Boots, In Harmony In Silver, The Wedding, Quiet Please, and Dont't Let Your Love Grow Away (From Me).
Other things....getting a practice space in an old shed in Whittier....playing some shows in the next couple weeks...just trying to write more songs and keep thumping on walls...Bless you
all...