:: Music As Social Agitation Records::

:: Tuesday, August 31, 2004 ::

i'm in baltimore with jason. matt called me at 730, a few hours into my bus ride here and told me he was getting arrested. i've called the legal hotline a few times and will go down to 100 centre street to pick him up tomorrow. arraignments only happen until 1 am, and i was told there'd be no way for him to get out tonight, so i should just go there tomorrow and hope he gets released.

if anyone didn't know already, matt's hardcore. he was arrested during the die-in and Legal said he'd probably only be charged with disorderly conduct, but we'll see what happens for sure tomorrow. do what ever you do (ie, pray, wish, voodoo) and hope he gets out soon.

here's pictures from sunday. -tim

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:: brs 2:19 AM [+] ::
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yet again i only have enough time to upload pictures without too much commentary. hopefully the comments are working now. check out all the pictures from madison to our bus ride to nyc. we're here in new york right now, and i have a ton of pictures from the protest yesterday, but i haven't uploaded them to the computer yet and like a dumbass, i not only forgot my charger for my computer at greg's house in the bronx (i only have 13 minutes left, and it's probably not even really 13 minutes... it never is), but i also left the battery for my camera charging there, so i couldn't get any pictures of the big guns lining the new york public library and grand central station. (oh, yeah, matt took like ten pictures of his toe and i exported straight out of iphoto, so no time for editing-- apparently there was a big gash, i dunno, because i never looked too closely).
-tim

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:: brs 2:18 AM [+] ::
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travel log stardate 020042608 goldstar the long road Special thanks to pattern is movement, the silence, the new blind nationals, and the venue in Milwaukee for making my last show of the tour very fun and magical. I wish I could have hung out with them some more.

It was incredibly difficult to leave my compatriots at the bus station in Milwaukee at 4 in the morning. Matt with 50 bones to his name and rushing to catch the bus at that. After they got on the bus I had to stare at Matt on the bus and convince myself that they were going to be ok, and that it was ok for me to leave. It took about 20 or so minutes to convince myself.

Then with 2 hours of sleep I was back to Minni, Minn to stay with Adria and finally get a good nights rest. We went to the Mississippi river and watched the boats go through the locks and had a general good time. It is hard to believe one of my favorite people in the whole world lives so far from me now. As usual, the good ones always leave, don't they?

I left Minni, Minn yesterday at 2pm and arrived here in Missoula at 8pm MN time. I have driven 1500 miles in the last three days and have just under 600 to go. So I thought I'd stop off here to stretch my legs.

God damn Montana is beautiful. I am considering cashing in all my gear and buying a horse to live on the range. What do you think? Would I make a good cowgirl? Who the hell would I sing to?

Everything has been pretty smooth on the drive (knocks on wood.) When I drove through Yellowstone a truck had hit a baby black bear. I am sad for the bear but happy I didn't have to be the one to find the thing in the road.

I'm going to get some food and get back on the road. Don't think I'll make it home tonight, though.

Tim and Matt, wherever you may be, take care of yourselves and stay focused. Ash, I'm gonna need you when I get home. I am sore!

See (most of you) soon! Love, labryntina crampypants.

ps The leaves have begun to turn. Favorite tour quote: "Tim, am I going to explode?"

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:: brs 11:27 PM [+] ::
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one of the things that i've been enjoying hte most on the tour is the thunderstorms. there's one happening right now as i sit here in The Attic by myself after tonight's show. last night in ann arbor there was another storm, and the smell of wet concrete is absolutely spectacular.

i played a short set again tonight, like last night, and covered a bunch of kissing book songs because thery're almost more fun than playing my own. matt and the scratch and sniff crew went over to ott's to go see a band called trouble bubble, or something close to that. i really need s hower, so that's what i'm going to do. pretty soon. here.

the days have been short, but that has nothing to do with the time flying. i don't know who's idea it was for me to not play a show in two years and then up and go on tour for a month-- and on a greyhound no less. matt and owl have had the unfotunate burden of hearing me whine and be grouchy, sorry guys. the uneasiness of such dramatic ups and downs just kills me. tomorrow morning, when i'm rushing to catch a greyhound so i can sit on the bus for eight hours, i'll be on the opposite side of the spectrum to the relaxing evening i'm having right now, sitting next to a window listening to rain and thunder.

we head to oberlin tomorrow, fredonia the next day, then in nyc. i hope everyone's doing fine. i am, too.
-me

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:: brs 2:18 AM [+] ::
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gawd, i just spent a ton of time getting shit done and no time for me to update. sorry, hopefully tomorrow. -tim

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:: brs 2:39 PM [+] ::
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so we are on a brief one hour layover in detroit. tim is playing the station video games for the first, but promised not to be the last, time. damn, the greyhound routes and schedules are fucked up in michigan, taking all these sideways and heading hours in the opposite direction of the designated end point. and so begins our 30 day bussage. the first route slapped both me and tim hard in the face. it began with lab's dropping us off at the milwaukee station to frantically board a bus that was apparently an hour early but leaving right away at 3:45am and ended at 8pm the next evening. 16 hours. ouch. we had a four hour layover in chicago station, which was actually really nice. my whole last 24 hours though have been plagued with trying to find internet access in order to turn in my weekly article, finalize some more show details and work on the housing thing for NYC (still homeless, still worried). after a half hour of searching, i found a coffeeshop 8 city block away. big blocks. the second i stepped out of the station it started pouring down rain, the way it had when we first got off the freeway. the storm put most NW heavy rains to shame. within a few minutes i was walking barefoot through the oily lakes (wet flip-flops don't work at all) and shawled by a button up shirt i had with me. i got to W MADISON street and took a right towards the heart of chicago's financial district. it was 7:45 am and the streets were filled with suited and dressed high-rise, 200 grand earning office people, 98% of them wielding umbrellas. then there was me, trekking rapidly through them in shorts and a mesh hat, barefoot and soaked. the weather and the buildings and the thunder were surreal enough, and i felt like i was in a video. actually, the first floors of these buildings, with their 18 elevators and huge security desk and hundreds of people filling in felt like a modern version of "the apartment" with jack lemmon and, fuck i forgot, but she was hot as hell in the movie... anyways, something about the dark radiance in each. plus, there is nothing like a rain-soaked daylight urban scene in an old black and white film. or something. anyways, i walked ten blocks into this chaos before i figured out i had gone in the wrong direction. 20 minutes later i was at westgate coffee, trying to dry off and drinking the shittiest (burnt) drip i have had in some time. btw, people don't know what you mean when you say DRIP coffee out here. the show last night was fun. john set it up at this bar called "white's bar" and we played with him and his bandmate (your best friend), tim a____ and another band whom i will remember later. the place was tiny, but real cozy and though the street out side of it was a wide, three laner, it felt like one of this corner, neighborhood bars. the night ended unlike the way it progressed, but more in line with the feel of the bar, with a flogging molly cover and then more flogging molly on the juke... oh yeah, in case you didn't know, tim's name on tour is sanchez (a mispronunciation in winona). our show in milwaukee, i mean menomenee falls, fell through. after two weeks of trying to get a hold of spencer to get details for the show that "was still on," ewe wound up at a gas station in his neighborhood getting tips from a girl he went to high school with. we looked up his name in the phone book, called the number. his mom said he moved out and we got his cell number. called it several times in the next hour and some before leaving a message (didn't want to leave one off the bat because then he would know it was us). i decided we should go to a busier part of town, a hip part of milwaukee and try to find any shows and possibly jump on a bill. about two blocks into a younger, hipper strip we passed a bar and saw a few bands loading in. after ten minutes, in which i looked in the weekly to see what was happening on monday night (an open mic was our only other option). i went in to ask the booker, which happened to be a band-dude, to see if we could get on the bill. i told him there was three of us and that we didn't need much time, but that we would love to play since our show fell through. 10 minutes later, after he had asked the other bands, we were on the bill. we played with pattern is movement, the silence (apparently with members of camden who keep popping into my life) and new blind nationals. it was a fun show and all the bands were super nice. we each played 3 songs. i went first (with bow, blue-purple failure and eulogy) then tim and labrynt. be the end of the night i was pretty tired, though all the bands were real good.... the night before that we were in madison at the glass nickel pizzeria playing with freddy faggot and screaming cyn cyn and the pons. the bar/show was in the basement. the restaurant above. it was a nice place and the people were really friendly. we got free drinks but no free food. tim did score a pizza order that was messed up though. he keeps scoring these flesh-items that neither me or labrynt can eat. cyn cyn and the pons were fucking awesome. it was dancing, sassy rocking pop music with keyboards. almost like what electro-clash would be if the continent electronic music developed on split in two the smaller chunk developed separate and independently, with different resources and environs. i think the website is cyn-cyn.com ...we will be sure to get you all the websites for the kick ass people and places we met... we are now off to ann arbor to play a show at patrick elkins house. we randomly bumped into him at the greyhound station in kalamazoo yesterday as he was off to his parents and we to saginaw. wish us few trips as gruelign as yesterdays, homes -nto bus stations/rides- to crash at and luck with getting our NYC housing situated. thanks to greg for looking into that for us.... (side note to self, so i can go maybe a day without having my entire hand covered with words and numbers, hawaii = early mag experiences getting past now. library as most yin-yanger of them all. also, "maid to last forever" as description of work of the bhodishatva). oh, and for my own records, last night: bow, blue-purple, leash, journal, sailor, a framing, all is sun. or something... 12pm, Wednesday August 25th, 2004. -mattfu

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:: brs 2:15 PM [+] ::
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[this is labrynt's last post. right now, she's somewhere between minni, minn and bellingham. we'll miss her, but she won't miss the greyhound, i assure you. -tim]

travel log stardate 020042308
goldstar its almost over tour [horshit]
madison is graced with screaming cyn cyn and the pons, who we were lucky to perform with. They are my new favorite band. Somewhere between spinal tap, and devo with one of the cutest girls in the whole world, and danzig singing lead as if he were a musical major. Plus they had props, which is catchy. Nonetheless, their charisma exceeded their use for props and their originality was refreshing, Can't wait till they record.

one of my biggest concerns for this trip was that I would miss my weekly swims in the lake, but madison provided a beautiful lake at sunset with sun rays coming through the clouds and the whole thing to myself because it was cold according to the locals. sissies. It was perfect.

on the way to minominee falls for my last show which is outside of milwaukee. then I go visit adria in minni, minn and take the long road home. 2,000 miles of myself and the planes of the midwest around me.

this is I spy signing off. over and out.

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:: brs 2:13 AM [+] ::
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matt and i are sitting in the memorial library at the university of wisconsin in madison. the show last night was very sparsely attended, at least until the touring acts were done playing. regardless, i got some free pizza (the benefits of being able to eat anything, including dead animals), but the pizza was sadly turned into asphalt pizza as it was left on top of the van as labrynt brought our new friend christian home. screaming cyn-cyn and the 'pons were the shit, no lie, and freddy was awesome and terribly hospitable.

we've been in search for free wireless, but dunn bros. router was down and i thought it'd be a good idea to reset the router and not only did that not solve the wireless absence, but it also brought the hardwired computers down.

just spent 500 bucks on fucking greyhound tickets because our dumb asses didn't buy them in advance. really have to start watching the cash flow now, seeing as i don't sell shit, like, ever. except for, of course, the wonderful kids in great falls, right. i don't really know where labrynt is right now, i think maybe somewhere on state street busking for some extra cash. -tim

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:: brs 2:13 AM [+] ::
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the slim creeping beautiful. winni, minni. we played on an island, latsch island, in the mississippi. i think that river is trying to seduce me. kansas city, me and jeff's drive to to tulsa, winona. i am pretty sure i was conceived in saint louis, delivered at swedish. we are listening to clamdust trying to attach ourselves to something familiar as we follow the river back to 90. the mississippi, though a state as well, is not the arkansas. this i keep repeating to myself. it got creepy. it started friendly, familiar. i felt really comfortable on stage, on the island. i am not referring to the performance thing either, just very physically comfortable regardless. i felt like letting go and, because of it, played a very sloppy, gelatinous set. it felt good, though. i played bow, blue purple, the leash, olive, eulogy. joe, jaime and then mike byrd. then tim and labrynt. the kids were very friendly post-show. lab sold a few cd's, i gave a few away and we made 20 bucks in donations. we got several offers for a place to crash and several for post-show hanging out. we decided to go to this cafe called "the acoustic cafe." it was a nice cafe, quaint and friendly. good size, alright food. it was there that the calm within became apparent. this is the way i was feeling a few weeks ago in bellingham, saturated with a foreign divinity. one idea about this feeling (which comes in pulses, flashes, waves) is that it is a premonition of the permanent soak that is after-death. a blip of iridescence/incandescence to our color, our sliver of the color spectrum. it is a light, warm possession. regardless, it didn't feel creepy until tonight. we went to a green party gathering. alex took us there. there were speakers, some music, drinks. polly, the coordinator, was happy to hear our story and wanted us to share it with the group. i asked her if i could play a song instead. we wound up each playing a song, probably taking up too much of their time. i stumblingly told of MASA and the reason for our trip and how beautiful their city was (i guess people flock here from distances in the fall cause there are soooo many green trees turning red orange brown) and how beautiful their togetherness was. it came out rough, as did olive but i felt compelled to share it. afterwards dwayne, who happened to be the county commissioner, offered us a place to stay, 16 bucks and wished us well. we gave him cd's of ours. joe got this brilliant idea to squat, or at least visit the auditorium of this junior high was being renovated. so we went. the door that was usually open, was locked. we found another way in. it was dark, bare and that echo was there, the imprint of a silenced location that was used to heavy people traffic. apparently, there was something else there. the pictures we took as we fled had what appeared to be "orbs," round spots on the picture that weren't there otherwise. supposed psycho-kinetic energy. we fled because there was a loud bang from a distance down the hallway. we heard it twice. we fled fast. tim snapped some shots as we fled laughing. after that, winona wasn't the same. i felt a calm, quiet around me, labby felt something in her back. we went to jamey's to hang out and say goodbye. he wasn't home but we hung out in his very nice, quaint apartment for a bit. he had two nice cats, wood floors, high ceilings and plenty of plants. we left shortly after, found jamey at a bar on the corner. lab, who had stayed in the van came in and said she was ready to go NOW. we pulled jamey out to say goodbye and as we packed up, him and a few friends started a drunken clap circle with indian chanting. if things hadn't been getting weird, it would have been simply funny, but present circumstance made it kind of dark and foreboding. i left feeling that our new friends were not on my side as they had appeared. a sick colony tie-casting there spellings on us. i am getting tired. i want to write a musical autobiography. as in, a recounting and fleshing out of my entire life through the exclusive personification of the songs, albums and musical acts that aurally periodicated my existence. as in, all the characters in your life story are the artists and bands you listened to. your relationships, your reactions and interactions with their music... admiration is a lazy, patronizing distance. inspiration is a personalized tribute, an empathetic activating response to another. fuck admiration.
1am, Sunday August 22nd, 2004.
-mattfu

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travel log stardate 020042108
goldstar the incessant spilling tour [horshit]
When I lived in Chicago there was a magazine being made and distributed in pure DIY fashion called Lumpen. When the makers of this zine would make their deliveries they would do it in pure John Cleese style: jogging raising their knees high and chanting something while wearing white plastic paint coveralls. The ritual of the deliveries in my neighborhood became as dear as head butts by Wesly Willis as a strange wicker park phenomenon. Well, these kids have opened an art gallery and this is where we performed. www.lumpen.com I ran into Miss Florida Butter, my old downstairs neighbor who performed a story with hand drawn illustrations. I always wondered what happened to her. Unbeknownst, I ended up performing with her. There have been so many strange synchronistic moments like this on our adventures it is uncanny. I love that we drove all the way to Chicago to play with two northwest artists.

Today we played in a park along the mississippi river. There were clovers in the grass, tall beautiful trees and eagles soaring above them.

Crashing the green party party with a gillian welch cover afterward was a nice treat. Just one short and sweet song.
-labbypants

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10:21 a.m. sunday

we're driving from the rest stop we stayed at about 25 miles from madison. we drove there after an odd night in winona. it didn't start out as odd as it eventually got, but i have pictures to prove that there are ghosts in an old school there that joe took us to. whenever i think of the school, i think of that part in the sixth sense where the kid that sees ghosts sees those three people hanged. everyone was spooked after that. we went to jamey's, a guy that played the show with us outside on the banks of the mississippi, and we sat in his living room with his cats as he was across the street listening to a band cover bruce hornsby.

we met some really great people there, and some endless nw connections, as alex, our guide for most of the evening, showed us around. we showed up at the winona county's green party "party," where each one of us played a song and the county commissioner (we've come to the consensus that we have no idea what he does, but matt seems to think he's like a delegate or something) gave us all the cash in his wallet and wished us well. nice people in winona. the green party was interesting, it was nice to see activity and people involved and active.

but the green party was before we went to rascal's and jamey's and the last thing we experienced from the winona scene was an impromptu native american drum circle chant as we packed the car to get the hell out of there. i wasn't as creeped out as the rest of my crew, but the contact creepiness was more than enough. we left at about 130.

matt just pulled a completely illegal u-turn whilst listening to al green soulify the car with his soulful souliness. my back and neck hurts from sleeping in this van. touring isn't all fun and games, boys and girls. i'm looking forward to free pizza today, hopefully. next stop glass nickel pizzeria. i need to brush my fucking teeth.

a few things i keep forgetting to mention. matt's designated quote of the tour, which happened way back in minni, minn:
me (singing): "i seen fire and i seen rain..."
matt: "this isn't james taylor, this is ben harper."
labrynt: "you can tell it's james taylor because beneeeeeeeeeeeeee."
-tim

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:: brs 2:12 AM [+] ::
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we just got done eating at the acoustic cafe here in winona, minn. the highway we took to get here ran right along the mississippi, which is absolutely breathtaking, almost as good as when owl and i were driving through mississippi in the summer a few years ago. lush, thick greenery like a wall on the side of the road.

the show in chicago last night was okay, i only played three songs, and it was an odd crowd that was a little too cool. but.... whatever. the show today was good on latsch island, awesome punks in this town. awesome town, actually. god this entry is staid, maybe it's because everyone's waiting for me to finish this so we can get the fuck out of here.

i'll try to be a little more verbose and entertaining next time.
-tim

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:: brs 2:03 PM [+] ::
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we are flying on 90 west to get to La Crosse, WI to hit 61 north to Winona, MN. we are set to play a big afternoon/evening hang out gathering in a park on the mississippi river today hosted and attended by winona punk kids. or, winopunx. we are an hour late. hopefully they will be receptive to our indie inclinations and not be disappointed when we don't sound like against me. last night was chicago and chaos and fun. i played bow interrupted, blue purple failure, eulogy and olive. the show was at this cool art gallery (none on the walls, though) called the buddy gallery. it was all-ages and most people were drinking. it was on milwaukee street , in a gentrified hip neighborhood. i had a piece of cheese pizza, normal style but tasty. the evening began with an hour and some quick show and tell slide show presentations that were mostly pretty funny. especially one of stick figure drawings and readings from the instructions a kidnapper left for this girl he intelligently buried under the ground for a week. bill, who set the show up, couldn't be there that evening and edmar was a gracious host, though he didn't know what to do about the order. there were six acts, yacht, thanksgiving and lost robots (a local screamy electro dance duo). edmar left right when the music was supposed to start and i decided we should just go first and get out of the way. i guess i seemed pissed off or nervous or something. i need to fix that. sometimes when i am trying to be quick with my shit on stage, i come off that way. for the record, i wasn't pissed, i just wanted to get or songs out of the way quick so that there would be time, and people enough, for all the other acts. i was a bit nervous. the crowd was, musically, right up our alley. CJ1 was there (a term john schroder coined and john tosch brought to our attention). tim played 3 quick songs well, labby did 5 or 6 i think and did nice. no cd's sold, but i gave away a few 1985 dawm rtreadings and MASA comps to seemingly interested folks. john put us up, despite moving in a few short weeks. he was awesome and hospitable and hilarious, with a dry delivery throughout. we left today around noon and saw wrigley filed on the way out. twin cities visit with grandma was good, fritz seems extra worried about her health and would like to see her go to a nursery home. she , of course, opposes that. it was good to be there again. i only saw her, fritz and adam though, as we got there at 7pm and left at 12pm the next day. we were supposed to go back up there tonight, but i feel bad about dragging tim and lab's two hours north out of our way... anyways, approaching winona northbound via the mississippi now, gotta give KTMae a call to get directions to the park... 4pm, Saturday August 21st, 2004.
-mattfu

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travel log stardate 02004200
goldstar "geekout"
the incessant search for objects tour [horshit]
when I recorded "I wish you all the happiness you allow yourself", I listened to two albums extensively. One was the 3 disc 69 love songs set by magnetic fields and the other was Sebadoh's "Freed Weed". Whenever I was at a spot in the recording process where I was stuck or frustrated I would pop in freed weed and it would always inspire and enllighten. The influence of that album may not necessarily be audible, but is alive and well, buried in the heart of it. After driving 14 or so hours into Minni, Minn I find that Sebadoh is performing at bar in Minnni, Minn. It just so happens that this was our only day off and I was able to not only see Sebadoh play, which I thought would never happen, but I also got to give Lou Barlow a copy of the goldstar cd and tell him that he was a major influence on the recording- which I never thought would happen; the possibility never entered my thoughts that I could give him credit personally. Thanks for the nightgown, Lou.
-labbypants *

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:: brs 2:01 AM [+] ::
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1 am, Thursday August 19th, 2004.

so we just left great falls, MT and a 50’s style diner with nacho cheese fries and 20 kids in the fluorescence of a thrift store basement and a set from old shoes and pants. we have a mascot. his name is Jack Trimble and he is 20 years, he is a teddy bear. contrary to what you might hear from labby or t-dogg, the name for our tour is horseshit. not "the horseshit tour" or "summer tour horseshit," just horseshit. and you have to say it right, with a certain guttural, old man cranky sass. i keep spilling things. a lot of things. we have played two shows so far, both set up by tyson ballew. the first was last night in missoula at an art gallery called area five. victor, the absent owner who is often accused of persistent flakiness, has been letting kids have shows there often. which is kick ass. it was like a cleaner, bigger show-off gallery. with art. i would kill to have a space like that. we listened to transatlanticism today and i was reminded of cardinals tour last summer around this time and falling in love with that album and back in love with you. what a year. i mean really. sets so far:

KUGS: blue-purple failure, journal, a framing, all is sun.
MS, MT: eulogy, blue-purple failure, bow interrupted, olive, way things are here, a framing, all is sun.
GF, MT: bow (interrupted), blue-purple failure, the leash, way things are here, olive, A Framing, all is sun (edit), eulogy.

those are estimates. i begin with the improv-ing eulogy in missoula because it turned out to be a positive song about getting past past pains and plagues and it continues to have the line "and yeah colorado hurt, but so does every other place you'll go." it was the last song we recorded when i was down with bob in oly last week. it was a three chord riff i came up while we were sound checking and then at the end of the day we had an extra hour and i suggest we try the riff and i would improv lyrics. we wound up doing two takes and decided to keep them both. so the new album (called where tomorrow lets us breathe, currently being assembled and designed from out here on the road) ends with this song. in between the takes is 15 minutes of delay and feedback (all ambient style) created by bob.... all the seats in this van make my back hurt. we made five too many extra top ramens last night and by morning they had turned into a medusa monster of noodle glory. we are aiming to hit the twin cities by suppertime. spend the night there with my grandma, consider giving Jack back to Adria and then head out to chicago in the morning. i forgot how much driving, my four hour shift from spokane to missoula was the first driving i have done in 7 months. we are having fun. this was a great way to start the tour out.
-mattfu

*** travel log stardate 020041908
goldstar the journey is the destination tour [horshit]
patron saint jack tripple. fields of sunflowers. listening to friends songs driving further and further from home. driving hours through the mountains at night and seeing only one car. a wolf, deer, a giant bat, and hawks swirling the sky playing in the wind. lack of sleep. delirium. green tea and laughing so hard my stomach hurts. cory, jake, and the kids of great falls, monatana. our very own traveling radio station. Area 5 attic paradise in missoula, montana, with stenciled wall paper patterns on pink walls. the wind in the grass like waves. the dry air. ranch settlements in the valleys of the plains. sleeping in the van in a rainstorm. almost there.... minni, minn
-labbypants

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on the road to the twin cities after the show tonight in great falls. the crowd was amazingly young and receptive, i had a great time. we're listening to pedro the lion right now, and i'm kicking myself for not having brought achilles heel with me, and i'm embarrassed at how much i can't stop talking about how great it is. last week (was that last week?) i was driving back south from northern california and listened to it a few times in addition to a new favorite that i'm digging a lot that i didn't realize i would dig, the long winters when i pretend to fall. good shit.

the great falls officemax was a fucking gold mine, though, what with the treasures that it's given us, including what's enabling this post right now, a dc/ac converter that lets me plug my computer in, and also enabling the pedro the lion coming through goldie's speakers. something was missing from the drive yesterday, and it certainly was not the prog rock rush was providing on the local eastern washington radio stations.

we traded a 7" for a mug because matt left his in the freight elevator. old shoes was awesome tonight, and played a really rad song that once i get around to it, will show up here and i might work on a cover. that is all. over and out.

-tim 2:13 a.m. thursday

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:: brs 1:59 AM [+] ::
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i wrote this in the car yesterday: we got out of seattle this morning around 10, right now we're in the car on i-90 on our way to montana. last night's show was all right, i was too nervous to enjoy my rancho burrito before the radio show. after the show we had to help matt clean his room out, and we didn't get back into kirkland until about 130, and we stayed up until 4 to get my cds finished, which look great, by the way, thanks to rick for the design and alison for all the cutting and pasting and burning work. you can buy one soon, i promise. 8 songs cheap, 5 bucks.

today, i'm sitting in the raven coffeehouse in missoula. the show last night was a lot better than the radio show, and i even got a drunk guy to compliment the songs. i didn't sell anything, but so it goes. the place we played at had a bunch of kittens wandering around, and as soon as i get around to it, i'll have a picture of the cute little bastards up here. old shoes was great, and some guy named scott channeled the spirit of elliott smith, too.

we're waiting around until we go to great falls, where apparently they don't have any fred meyers, but they do have radio shacks. i need to buy a bigger memory card for my camera (which i will pay you back for soon, owl)!

last night there was a big thunder storm passing through the area, it was amazing and loud and flashy. we slept on the floor of a house with one of the most disgusting bathrooms i've ever seen. but i'm not complaining.

a few more shows have been confirmed and details are slowly coming, keep checking the masa site for the dates and details.

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:: brs 1:55 AM [+] ::
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from tim (via infinite regress): i went to bed at about 230 last night because i took a ton of time setting up the 8-track and the mixer and everything, woke up at 8 to get started recording. replaced drum heads, but the music store around here has awful hours, so i wasted a good portion of time waiting for them to open so i could give them my money for drum heads and mic stands. got home and spent three hours or so tuning drums, and i still think they sound like crap. how the hell are you supposed to tune drums? it's frickin' hard.

i'm laying down tracks tomorrow, FOR SURE. i lost some bucks playing texas hold 'em. i'm gonna get back though. here's ALL the g.i. joe PSAs, i think. even quite a few that i've never seen.

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:: brs 1:53 AM [+] ::
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