to everyone who came to the shows last week. They were off the fucking hook. Everyone involved, and everyone who came, rules beyond comprehension. I havent had that much fun in a long, long time. Extra special sauce to Damages for ruling exactly as I predicted them to - saving me having to make excuses to all the people I hyped them to. All my love to them.
Keep watching this for photos and shit… I took lots this last few months.
We are playing our last shows of 2009, after which we’ll be making our record. I’ve put a lot of myself into it, so we’ll see where it goes. Anyway, Im really pumped, because our last two shows of 2009, our inaugural year, are with my favourite band in Canada, Damages. Make sure you come to these!
We’ll be in the studio in November. I’ll set up something so I can post videos, and post pictures, of us making fun of you from the inside of a recording studio. Yes, you. Im talking about you, the person reading this.
… I promise there will be absolutely no candy-ass, self-indulgent, assfuck “singer songwriters” at this gig. Except Jayden but he means well. ;)
Here is my band-by-band breakdown.
Rape Revenge:
I played with Matt from Rape Revenge in a grindcore band called MSC four years ago. He rules and Ive never heard this band but it rules. I have 100% confidence in that.
Sticks In!:
Ben from Aftrtaste, Todd from Life At Last and Jessi from As Astraea Falls. Yep I remember. O.H.M. represent.
Cold Craving:
Fresh from their rehab and cock-beating at the hands of singer-songwriters everywhere.
The Illustrated:
Heavy riffing from some sweaty kids. They give a shit, they come to shows, and they write heavy songs. Respect.
Damages:
Western Canada’s best band. Working with Deafcult and Clue2. Damages is hard to get. You’d better fucking try because once you do it’ll hit you that their amazing, painstakingly crafted songs went right the fuck over your pabst-swilling, tone-deaf, vacant head.
Thank you to our beloved friends who came out to Marquee to see us Thursday. and on Sunday when we accidentally showed up and played again. Thanks to Baikal for ripping it way too hard.
We’ve written an album’s worth of songs. Its fairly done. We are recording it in Toronto in November. We’ve spend a ton of money and time on this. None of us are the kind of people who feel like doing something a bit, or working on it sometimes, or just getting it finished. I’ve poured my Old Haggard Self into this thing, agonized over every second of it- kept it secret, yelled it out my car window at soccer moms, and tried to keep to my point, which remains simply begging the question “if it means so damn much to you, why would you stay home”?
Its been awesome having James and Rod contributing to this, even if its been in a small capacity- nice to not have it all on my head, good to have other ears focusing on the little things. It remains to be seen whether or not anyone will dig it except the three of us.
No release details yet, except that at least ONE version of it will be hand-assembled weirdness. I’d love to put it out on vinyl but I can’t afford it right now, so maybe I’ll just make cardboard cut-outs shaped like vinyl with download cards or something. Ha!
We’re playing on September 10th with Baikal at The Marquee Room in Calgary, it should be an awesome show- I love those dudes, and the Marquee is a great place to chill. Im hoping to see some good friends that night. More shows to come.
Fall is coming. That means the three months out of the year where Im NOT angry are almost here! So, you’ll probably stop hearing from me for a bit. Too much walking in the forests to do.
To everyone who came to the show last night. Jay thanks you triple-hard. We all had an awesome time, despite how many times we blew the circuit breaker. lo0lolloolol
Also, I’ve realized too late that in my last post when I said we were “fighting bees” that it could be construed as a reference to that meathead Dane Cook. No, we are LITERALLY fighting bees. Our house is infested. I run outside and spray poisonous goo at their hives daily, to no avail. They are far smarter/stronger than I. There is no hope.