Saturday, January 30, 2010

We Know What You Are; Now We're Just Arguing About A Refund

I shook this man's hand in 2008. A lot of people did. Good thing none of us knew where that hand had been.

Oh, and fuck you, Edwards.

Ahem... (straightens tie and jacket)

That's all I got to say about that.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Abort! Abort!

Either you politicize the Superbowl...or you don't.

It's funny to me, because by allowing the abortion ad and disallowing the gay dating ad they've managed to politicize both.

Well done, CBS. I would make a crack about your now being The BlackEye network but you'd probably manage to make that racially insensitive somehow...

...

P.S. God how I've missed me some sweet, sweet Palin in(s)anity. Especially now that the post-op swelling of her face is no longer upstaging the swelling of her ego.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

No One Was There To Catch HIm

I've never been able to walk by the merry-go-round in Central Park in the rain without lamenting the early death of a sibling, cursing the phonies, and anti-ing me some establishment.

Sigh...

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Back Into The Vein

Well, we did it. Two gigs in three days. It was a lot like shock treatment: thrash around uncontrollably until mental balance is restored.

Mr. Beery's is a great joint, though we had a hard time doing it justice. We had a nice crowd who were up for almost anything: the great John Wilkes Booth opened, followed by Thought and Memory, two bands with very different approaches to harder music, and both were lauded warmly.

Unfortunately, the set-up was very strange. Finding space to position a full kit and the amps and pedals for a five piece was plainly impossible, and in the end none of us was able to hear much besides the drums. Which...hampered things.

The gig at Lit Lounge had none of these problems, though. It was glorious. If Mr. Beery's was our being tossed back into the cold waters of performing live, then Lit was us finally fucking swimming again. We had a much better considered set-up and, even though Syren was sick, we all settled in and got the job done, and the crowd seemed to get that.

Which is why we all look relaxed here:


But I will give the final word to one fan in particular, whose sentiment is an instructive coda:

The light...my god, I see the light...

Friday, January 22, 2010

From The Dept. Of Unconscious Prejudices

On a lovely walk with my lovely wife, I realized that I have a previously and completely unarticulated prejudice against the feet of tall people. I imagine their length, and how oversized each feature must be--from the toes to the patch of hair on the top of the arch, to, well, what must be the amplified aromas--and, I hate to admit this, but it strikes me as grotesque.

Sigh. It's not that I don't like feet. They can be very beautiful...in smaller doses.

Tall people: I sincerely apologize for this minor, hitherto undiagnosed bit of insanity.

Still though, don't take your shoes off, 'kay?

Deep In Vein: 2010

It's not quite the new year anymore, but when you're carrying stuff as heavy as Deep In Vein's tunes I believe you can be forgiven for arriving at the party a little late.

Actually, parties.

We're almost finished recording and mixing our new album, Mantra, which means we're in a happy place--by which we mean a doomy, despairing place!--which means we're ready to start gigging again. And just to make sure it's done right, we have two confirmed gigs almost back-to-back as well as two more potential dates just awaiting confirmation.

Dig it:

Mr. Beery's
Tomorrow night, 1/23,
9pm-ish, $5
4019 Hempstead Tpke.
Bethpage New York 11714

Yes, this one is a little out-of-the-way for we regular NYC'ers, but--similar to friends with html skills or legal knowledge--this is why we know people with cars.

As for knowing people with beards and tattoos, we got that covered too, because just two days later we play:

Lit Lounge
"Precious Metal" Monday, 1/25,
9:30pm-ish, $6
93 2nd Ave
New York New York 10011

And a word about one of the two potential gigs: we were at a practice space last night, going through the set a couple times to get ready for Mr. Beery's, when a cool cat popped his head in the door just to tell us that he dug our sound. After making our collective night, he paid us the further compliment of introducing himself--he is Dirty Migz, the lead guitarist for these guys--and furtherer inviting us to open for the band's upcoming album release/get-back-in-the-thick-of-it shindig.

Details still have to be worked out, and I'm not trying to jinx anything, but as far as omens go, having a stranger express appreciation for your music after such a long hiatus is pretty hard to beat.

Igneous on, y'all!


I'm a dork, I admit it....

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Gag Me With A Failed Administration

August is right. And by "right," I mean he's articulated every basal-level feeling that's shivered through my brain since this whole shitball got rolling.

It started with Harry Reid trusting Max Baucus to do the right thing swiftly, and it's going to end with the anti-democratic (small "d") farce that a simple majority in both legislative bodies of our government isn't enough to push through the ruling party's agenda.

So...can we abandon this failed House of Lords...er, Senate...now? The 100 Boys' Club (with one or two XX chromosomal-Americans allowed entry just for spice) has turned into nothing other than a way for a single American to hold his/her 350 million fellow citizens hostage, since even just the threat of a senator taking his ball and going home is enough to stop the entire game.

And yes, I'm looking at you Ho Lieberman. And your shriveled little ball.

Blech.