Deep

It’s been snowing here. Deeper and deeper. We’ve been stoking the fire, making nachos and playing in the freezing Orderly Manor. Must fix that door. A trip to Portland played host to the fine wedding of true Queen & King Allie & Barry, some overindulgence, wheezing, great breakfast and a large loud jam with the dudes Jef, Barr and Dev. Much needed rock outlet.

We’ve been playing our songs in the afformentioned Manor with a view to some neat and tidy duo shows (Wurlitzer electric piano and acoustic guitar – thanks Noah, on both counts) and then some messy space out shows with full lineup and equipment and things. Work begins on that sound today with these peoples: Ben on drums, Dana Gumbiner Bass Attack! on bass/vocals and Lee Bob on assorted guitars/organs/vocals. I can’t wait. There’s a show or two awaiting this month. More later. I really must get some packaging done. Where’s Tahiti? Can anyone tune a Wurlitzer?

Last night we visited Adam and his band Golden Shoulders playing a hot rock show at St. Joseph’s. Jason farted in the mic, there’s a lengthy monologue and there were teenagers dancing. When we got out someone had kicked our mirror off our car. To help us find shattered pieces Lee put his car in position to shine headlights and promptly locked his keys inside. With the lights on. Hour and a half later a cop fails to open the lock. Adam, who just got done sweeping the floor, appears and his mirror is also gone. But he has AAA – i call and pretend to be him while he runs to get food. Another hour listening to Donnelly’s new material in our car and a guy in a baseball hat with a big tow truck uses his super bendy arm thing in conjunction with a blood-pressure pump thing to unlock the door and start the dead car. Lee pretends to be Adam and the night is almost complete aside from a little Bushmills and discovering that Prince is 48 and that some teenagers have not heard of him and think he might be gay.

The sun just came out.