The Transition to Being a Phony Douchebag
I’m fighting it. I truly am. But I feel it creeping in on me. In a business where some of the biggest assholes have the most influence, you can’t afford...
Growing a beard . . .
For the longest time, I could not grow a good beard. Well, being hairy was never a challenge, but there were little spots on the sides of my mouth that...
Kristof and the few (an ode to good sound guys) . . .
In our business, a lot depends on someone else. You can practice for years, master every aspect of your performance, then get to the stage and have the whole thing...
A New, Strange Way to Injure Yourself
Ice blocking. Requires: A big hill, a big block of ice, cojones, cover of darkness, and most importantly, lots of beer. You can kind of connect the dots based on...
Further adventures in Portland . . .
We’ve discovered some more things about Portland. The place where we’ve been parking is a sweet little nook between a dive bar and a funeral home. In the wee hours,...
Guerrilla Parking in PDX
We’re up in Portland, the land of the earth-tone hoodies. It’s incredible up here. The people smile and say “hello” on the streets, trees intermingle with the city buildings, musicians...
Amazed by Strange Things
How many chances does the average person get to see a car on fire on the side of the road? Unless you’re either setting the fires or putting them out,...
Making the Album: Easter Eggs
Throughout the album, there are several little hidden treasures that many people either don’t notice or can’t identify. Being privy to those little things makes us feel special, so we...
Podcasts, Parades, and Pubs
Had a busy past few days. Wednesday: Headed up to Seattle to meet an old friend (Joe Motor, former owner of Club Motor) and play an open mic at a...
Strange Things in the Woods
We had a wonderful show up in Bremerton at the Hi-Fidelity Lounge this past Friday. The crowd was right there with us, the sound was kicking (which is great because...
