It HAD been ten years since our last show. No one stopped us from playing another one, but what are we supposed to do now?

Friday, 30 May 2008

Way Back When

This is from before the beginning of the Moon Seven Times. The shoulder Lynn's crying on is Henry's, or at least the sweater on the shoulder looks like one Henry used to wear way back then, and it is therefore somewhat likely to have been on him that day and in that picture. Or he would have been somewhere nearby. (Photo courtesy of the Steph or "She Who Is Not to Be Uncredited.")

And Up To Now


And here's a picture of us last weekend. This is the only picture really taken at that gig, and it was taken by Gordon Pellegrinetti who most generously shared. If you look very carefully you can see Henry's shoulder or at least the idea of something like his shoulder in the far corner, in the dark. Or perhaps it was someone else. But it also might not be anyone or anything. I can't really tell because my eyes were closed at the time.

Monday, 26 May 2008

Hurrah!

The gig is gug.

Thanks a million if you were there. And if you weren't, we heart you anyway.

Monday, 19 May 2008

Jay Ryan Poster


...available for purchase after the show at the Bird Machine


Sunday, 18 May 2008

Things We Must Decide

You are familiar with our time-tested decision procedures. Now watch us roll as we finalize a set list (HA HA HA) and choose between paper confetti and the more glittery traditional foil stuff. The paper option is sort of attractive. Because it's lighter, it hovers in the air supernaturally before wafting to its death on the beer coated dance floor or in your drink. It also comes in a handy jet-propelled tube for maximum impact as long as I don't point it at my face or the floor. But the glittery foil stuff is so pretty when it catches the light! And the soundmen hate it even more than paper - it's always good to offend the guy whose finger is inches away from the "suck" knob. Plus it sinks to the bottom of your drink so you can probably ignore it and keep sipping. Unfortunately it comes in dinky little containers, so I have to be extremely athletic to get a bunch of them going (AND in the right direction) for an ethereal surprise explosion.

Next up: what will we wear and how will I do my hair? If I use hairspray and it gets in my mouth, I'll want to spit all night, and that's probably too rock for the occasion.