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and the winner is...

2009-07-31T11:52:00.002-04:00

Not us. Yes, sad news - we didn't win any of the awards we were nominated for in the Phoenix Best Music Poll. We were narrowly beat out by "local" act Passion Pit. Yes, apparently they found time between playing at TT the Bear's Place and NOT selling out 1200 seat venues through the US and Europe (you know, if they did that, they would be a national act!) to get people in the Boston area to vote for them. So, alas, we came in SECOND in every category - and as Dave Duncan put it: "Always a bridesmaid.."

But, are we bitter? No. ...well yes. But it's okay, because we really do appreciate WFNX and the Phoenix nominating us, and Passion Pit are not only a great band, but they are super sweet guys as well, so we really can't complain too much. Just know - that we also appreciate ALL of you voting, the fact that we "swept" all our categories coming in SECOND to Passion Pit in EVERY one shows us that you all were doing your damnedest for us. And we love you for that.

Passion Pit, of course, IS a national act (and kicking ass selling out venues across the US and Europe), and while the classification is sort of boggling (like, BMA's type boggling - you know, the type the phoenix would chastise .) it is what it is, and whether this blog post belies this sentiment - we really don't want to come off as sore losers. We do appreciate everyone at WFNX, the Phoenix, Passion Pit, and all of you! As David Bazan once sang:

"Second best, oh second best
I can learn to live with this
Plus I really need a rest
After all what's wrong with second best?"

<3
Christopher "my tongue will never leave my cheek" Pappas

The power of one show

2009-07-17T11:11:00.002-04:00

So last night's show at Pete's Candy kinda sucked.

I don't know really what the crowd thought of it, they were polite and attentive - they seemed to enjoy it...but personally, and as a band, we discussed, in the van after, how the show was completely lack-luster. Nothing in particular stood out as being glaringly bad about the show, however, nothing was really great about it either. Call it vibe, call it energy - something was just lacking - which among all the reason why that would frustrate me, the one that is head and shoulders above the rest is the fact that I KNOW we could've done better.

Pete's Candy Store is such a cool venue, and such a great place to play it irks me endlessly that it seems like it was a wasted opportunity, a swing and a miss if you will. Whereas we, the band, now have to take our seat on the bench, waiting for our turn to come up to bat again. To us, that is such a hard jagged pill to swallow, for we try so hard to make the most out of every situation - and to come up, short changing ourselves, is beyond frustrating.

More so, what about the people that came to see us last night for the first time? My mind then wanders to them - and this idea of first and lasting impressions. These people now go off into the world with this mediocre impression of us, this inaccurate idea that we have been and always will be that band that they saw; completely average, completely bland - when in truth, as the show was like that - we are not like that...we are better than that.

I don't know. Perhaps (it's a very good possibility) I am being to hard on myself. It is true that we, The Visuals, are tireless perfectionists. Yet, I can't escape the dread of knowing that we are never going to be able to play that show again - that at bat has happened, and it is going into the record books - it is being added to our batting average. Even though I know the expression "you can't win them all" very well, it still doesn't comfort those of us who WANT to win them all.

-C

Tour time.

2009-07-02T11:23:00.002-04:00

The time before the tour is strange. Mostly because it isn't strange. I know that sounds cryptic, but the way I am saying it belies how simple it is - some people would be stressed out that they have to live in a van for weeks, stressed about what they need to bring, thinking about all the precautions they need to take...
Where as I haven't even packed yet - and I leave in mere hours. I just never 'feel' the tour coming; I woke up today, as I did every other day - and I find that very strange. With writing this blog, it has the potential to come off rather pretentious, and I don't mean to sound that way at all. I mean it very genuinely that this feeling of, well, no feeling, really baffles me. Though, when I really think about it, I have always been this way, since a little kid. Sort of. Let me explain:

I feel my childhood is split into two - and with that I feel like I carry those two sides with me into adulthood.
When I was very young, I was an immensely lonely child. I was the kid that would talk to himself on the playground, the one that would be happier with his nose in a book than making eye contact with someone. I was bullied constantly - the kids would pick on how quiet I was, or the clothes that I wore. My mother tells a story about how I was in first grade, she dressed me in these new corduroy pants, and that afternoon I came off the bus crying - some kids had been pushing me around and ripped them all the way up the seam. Suffice to say; I had very few friends, yet, the friends I had are still my friends to this day - so I can easily say, of the few friends I had - they were true blue.

I was a nervous kid, constantly scared of what was happening around me. I would hide in the bathroom at school until a teacher would have to come and pull me out. I would worry myself until I threw up about the most inane things.
Then at around fifth grade, something happened. I, for some reason or another, began to become popular. I can almost pinpoint the moment it changed. I can even remember the joke I told, that made one of the popular kids laugh - which then in turn made us friends. However, as that happened is when the disease started creeping into my life. I began to show symptoms of what would turn into a life long struggle. So it was then that I was forced to make a choice:
Would I hide in the bathroom like I did as a child, or would I accept myself for who I was and be damned with the rest?

And I chose the latter. I gave up trying to control everything, because, really, you can't. This disease was going to happen, no matter what I did (to an extent) so the only choice I had was to be okay with it, and myself. The kids were going to pick on me, sure, but something strange happened - I became more liked, and more popular. It seemed that when someone brought up the "weird patches on my skin" or "why I slouch" they would mimic how I would react. That is, if I brushed it off with an air of self confidence and indifference, then they did too. If I made a big deal out of it, they did too. I could control their reaction simply based on the way I felt about myself. It was at this moment that I decided to let go. Qué sera sera.

It has followed me to adult life - not without it's relapses. I worry a bunch, I stress out, I throw fits about things I can't control, but on the whole I find that for new adventures I am going to take, or new life experiences I will live through I just say "Well, here we go."

So perhaps I've already prepared for tour - I've prepared in the things that have happened in my life. It's those things, that some would consider hard times, that truly were the experiences that made me who I am, made me feel like worrying is futile - what will be will be.

So I am ready for you, open road. We will play some good shows, we will play some bad shows - but whatever happens, at least we did it. I hope you'll all be there to experience it with us.

Hmmm. I didn't set off to write such a mushy "chicken soup for the soul-ish" post, but there it is.
Oh well. Why worry about it?
(*Clicks Publish Post*)

3 questions.

2009-05-01T17:11:00.008-04:00

I was challenged by Selene to come up with three good questions that I would like to be asked in interviews. (Which in and of itself is a great question.) These are the three I came up with- I feel like every answer says a lot about a person and their art.
Please feel free to answer them in our comment section. In fact, I urge you to...I am posting this blog as a TEV.com exclusive...not on our myspace. It'll be just between us who visit this website. Shhhh....
So, let me set the scene. You are being interviewed for something, whatever you 'do'...art, writing, teaching, whatever...
and now, the questions:

1.) Why do you do what you do?

2.) Describe success, it terms of what you 'do'. (not really a question, but you get the idea...What would you consider 'success'?)

3.) If someone told you, for certain, that you would never achieve that success you just described - would you still do the thing that you do? (subquestion - why? or why not?) As in - is a dream only worth pursuing if you achieve success?

Think about it. And answer.

-C

What hurts the most

2009-04-26T19:32:00.003-04:00

I was giving an interview with Selene from The Metro the other day. We had been talking about the new record, and the conversation turned towards criticism - how it affects our music, or me in general. We spoke a bit about how it is such a pitfall to turn toward critics to shape your music. The conversation then lead me to realize this duality that seems to live inside of me: the fact that I deeply care about what people think, yet don't give a fuck what people think...and the surprising notion that these two feelings co-exist inside of me, simultaneously.

This realization took me aback; such cognitive dissonance! How could I not care what people thought, yet fear a negative album review, or more so, fear, so much so, the disapproval of my peers? It seems like such a contradiction, and also an afront to everything I believe - my ethos: I always wanted to make music I wanted to make, regardless of public opinion, regardless of whatever was cool.

It seems like an obnoxious way to think, this idea of turning your back on the audience. After all, isn't it they who hold the key to your success? Shouldn't any artist feel obligated to give yield to the demand of their fans? To feel like they owe the fans something in return for the support that said fans haven given over the years? I feel that the only way I can answer this question is with a resounding "YES!" However, this comes with a serious caveat: What I owe to the fans more than anything is to NOT listen to them.

Perplexing as it may be - that ultimately is what your fans TRULY want: they want the experience of experiencing things THROUGH you, the artist. They don't want you to talk about their lives - they want you to talk about your life, and when it happens to shadow what they are going through, that's when the connection with the artist is made. I don't want to hear Thom Yorke singing about my problems - I want to hear Thom Yorke sing about his problems - and when I have the same problem, I feel connected to him, I feel human. We all want this connection.

Further more, if we listen to fans, which fan do we listen to? I have fans tell me that they want us to play 'Dance and Holler' - and if we played it 12 times in one set, and not one other song, they would be happy....or I've had fans tell me that song is the time in the our set when they go get a beer. So who do I listen to?

No one. The answer is no one. You can't make everyone happy, you can only try to make yourself happy, which leads me back to my original point - if I am trying to just make myself happy, then why do I care so much about what other people say about the record? Why, if I am only trying to please myself, make a record that I like, to make make MYSELF happy - then why do I fear other opinion? Well, as I was talking to Selene the truth hit me: I am not happy with myself.
I hate my voice, I hate the way I look, I hate so much about what I do - but not in a silly superficial way, in a good way: in a way that keeps me striving to be better, to be a better performer, to be a better person, to be a better son, to be a better ANYTHING. All these fears, these short-comings, these things that I dislike about myself is TRULY what I am afraid of.

When some critic claims that the record is dull- FUCK him (I'm pretending the critic is a guy). Fuck him - I don't really give a shit that some dude I never met thinks the record is dull, because I don't think that the record is dull. I don't mean that in a mad aggressive way; I could still be friends with someone that doesn't like the record, what I mean to say is that I don't really give a shit about their opinion of it. However, if someone says "The record is great, but the lead singer has a whiny voice that ruins it". Then - oh no.

Yet, it isn't because I care what they think - it's because that's what I think. Deep down, my deepest fears, my nightly prayers that no one notices...and no! This critic caught me, he found me out...
The hardest criticism to hear is the criticism that reflects what you fear the most about yourself. When someone agrees with the things that I fear the most about myself, when someone calls it out, it sends shivers down my spine, it resonates with me and all the shortcomings I've ever had, all the weaknesses I've ever had, and most importantly: all the things about myself that I fear the most. It is this, that causes the duality.

The harshest critic is me - and when I see the words written out loud, in print, as if the critic, like some sort of medium, channeled all the ghosts that haunt me, that haunt my dreams - it scares the hell out of me. It is the ying and yang of all of me. Why I couldn't give a fuck what someone says one time, yet other times, it cuts me to the bone. This reflection of myself and my shortcomings in others:

That is what hurts the most.

Gotta have a story...

2009-04-21T17:40:00.004-04:00

Is music always contextual?
That is - does the music we like ALWAYS have some sort of story behind it? When you play a new artist for someone, do you have to preface it, as if to explain WHY this is so great? I always felt like music should stand on its own - that nothing I could say to DESCRIBE the music would ultimately lead someone to liking it more; if they liked it, they did, if not - there was nothing I could say to change their minds. However, as many of you know, TEV have been working with a national publicist, and I am beginning to realize more and more that the question on the press' lips isn't "How is the music?", it is: "What's the STORY?".
Do we have a story?

It's so subtle sometimes - because, with a lot of great music, it goes hand in hand, so there is no real 'fault' to having a story behind the music. For example, when I listen to Bon Iver's record, I find it to be okay. It doesn't blow me away...but when I tell people that, they say: "Well, did you hear the STORY of how it was made?" (He made the record alone in a cabin for 6 months).
Well yes, I did hear that story, but what does that have to do with the music? Without that context, the music seems rather bland to me.

However, maybe all music is always about context - some is provided for us, some isn't. Like the music I remember playing on the computer when I kissed someone I loved, that record stays with me as one of my favs (Bic Runga's "Beautiful Collision" if you're wondering.) And so, I will fully admit that, as good as that record may be, I hold it in higher esteem because of the context that I gave it - the memory I attached to it...and maybe that's what irks me the most about finding a 'story' with the new artists - I want to give it the story.

This is a troublesome problem that plagues TEV in other aspects as well, for along with a story..how do you 'pitch us' to someone? With our good friends Band Camaro - just think about it (I, in fact, have had this convo with more than one person whom hadn't heard of Bang Camaro):
Me: "Okay - so they are a metal band"
Person: "Yeah?"
Me: "And they come out on stage and have 20 lead singers...they tear the place down. They only sing shout choruses..."
Person: "Holy crap...20 lead singers?"

And then that person check them out. But with us - what do you tell someone?
"Um...they are a five piece band....um...they're good?"

So think about describing Bon Iver to someone who has never heard them before, and not being able to put a story, or context to it:
"Guy, acoustic guitar....he's good?"

What could our story be? We, in the Visuals, try so hard not to fall into that trap - but if it costs us new potential fans, then what is the point of being stubborn...why not give them a story? Should we lead with the fact that I am cripple? Does that have any bearing on my music? Yes. I suppose it does - a big theme of what I wrote about on this new record is me dealing with my condition. Yet - does this make the music BETTER?

No. It just gives us a story, something that can catch a writers eye - something to set us apart. A foot in the door, if you will. Perhaps we are being too snobby, too uppity, and too downright proud. Is it that bad to let people who need context for music they have never heard before have it, albeit artificially? I mean, we do need to remember, these editors who write for Rolling Stone, Spin, etc. when they listen to this music for the first time, it is in the car, or in an office...it's not when they are kissing someone for the first time, or hanging with good friends, or falling in love. Chances are that the memories attached to our record are going to be rather mundane - so maybe it behooves us to set the scene a little for them:

"Picture a boy, who grew up sick his whole life. A son of a musician, he always felt one step behind his father's accomplishments - never fully being able to satisfy the expectations that were placed on him. If every breath wasn't the best breath he took - it was failure. This pressure boils over and propels him out of his father's shadow as a wunderkind - playing multiple instruments, singing, and writing his first song at 10, recording his first full length record at 14. He meets a mad genius friend, a multi instrumentalist as well, who matches his obsession for music, and choosing their own outcast status in exchange for the time to meticulously practice and refine, they set off to change music.
Growing increasingly ill, as the disease that has no cure slowly cripples his body, he becomes increasingly apprehensive that, before long, he may not even be able to play guitar anymore, as his hands have become bent and swollen. He bands together with his compatriots, who all are focused on one goal and they leave their home in NH and move to Boston - carrying with them the album that has every bead of sweat, every loss, every uncertainty, every howl of desperation all captured, there, for everyone to hear."

And then I play you the record. Does it sound...better?

hmmmm.

-C

Pop is fucking (aka. Everything to all people? / aka. Coldplay is just as bad as Wavves)

2009-04-09T11:27:00.006-04:00

There is a rather distasteful joke on Family Guy (yes, I know family guy is horrible - bear with me), it is a flashback sequence of sorts, where we find the Peter's ancestors (who happen to be southern slaves) sitting around a humble dinner table. As the joke goes, it is revealed that this 'black Peter's' children are actually the sons and daughter of the white slave owner's daughter (played by Lois). The punch line comes when Stewie, the youngest child of this inter-racial relationship, upon hearing this news, exclaims: "You mean I am black AND white? That means I'll be accepted by EVERYONE!" The irony of course is that unfortunately, in present day, that is pretty far from the truth. In reality, which is the crux of the joke, the way it works is that the white community finds you as a black person, and the black community sees you as white - and neither fully accept you as their own.
I know that is a strange story to open up a blog post with - but I do have a point. It has always been my prerogative to try and bridge the gap between the mainstream music world, and the insular 'indie' world. It seems that very few artists can convince the critics and the public that popularity and artistic credibility are, at the very least, not inversely correlated, and even more - mutually exclusive. It's a strange musical landscape we live in now, the schism between underground rock and mainstream rock is so wide, that to bridge that gap has become increasingly more daunting. It wasn't always this way: all the bands that got me INTO music - Nirvana, Radiohead, Pearl Jam, Sonic Youth, etc. were ALL major acts - Nirvana could sell out stadiums, Sonic Youth used to be played on MTV! Yet, they still would have appealed (and do appeal) to the 'pitchfork crowd'. (Note: Pitchfork media is a website that focuses on the underground music scene, it is commonly known as THE taste maker site exposing the next big underground thing).
However, the trouble I find myself with is that this duality that existed when I started music, this duality that I longed for has gone away. The acts that still achieve this balance, in my opinion, Radiohead, Wilco, Pearl Jam and the like have all been 'grandfathered in' it seems by this free pass to be as much of a stadium act as they like, and still have the indie cool of an underground band. This is most troubling to me since I feel that THIS is where The Everyday Visuals and I exist. One foot firmly in the indie world, one foot in the pop, and as the joke goes, instead of everyone liking us, we cannot find full acceptance in either group. I find we are just a little too noisy, too off-beat to have a big pop hit - yet, too hooky to find buzz in the indie world. What we have found is our fan base is just like us - savvy enough to know that a catchy tune isn't something to be afraid of, and loves the challenge of a song that doesn't exactly go where you think it should. A person that loves how a Wilco tune can get stuck in your head, but also loves how noisy the Dirty Projectors can be. This group is a small, exclusive, group it seems. It's a group of people who remember how music used to be, how artists STRIVED to appeal to a larger audience because, for fuck sake, they had something to say.
I don't want to just preach to the choir - I don't want our music to stay under the radar, appealing to only a small group of people that read one online music blog to decide what their tastes should be. I want to sneak in the back door (dirty jokes notwithstanding) of the pop world, to catch the ear of the Jonas Brothers fan, the Fray fan, the Coldplay fan, just a SLIVER of a song to catch their ear, so that they can discover a whole other world of music. I want to be that band that got them INTO good music, that got them to throw away their Jonas Brothers CDs and buy a Pet Sounds CD instead. For as much as we look at the pop world as self-serving and ignorant, the indie world is as big of a circle jerk as what it originally was a response to. It has become a parody of itself. I want a fate where a 10.0 on pitchfork doesn't doom us to playing clubs sizes like the Mideast downstairs forever, and where a pop hit means we'll never have any artistic credibility.

I wrote a song once - it was off our CD Media Crush. On the record it was called: "Radio Edit Sing Along", but the original title was "Pop is fucking". The name came from this analogy I used to make about the spectrum of music, it went something like this:
Good music, that is, real, meaningful, heartfelt music is akin to making love. You commit to this music, it touches you deeply and when you are done listening it stays with you. That, to me, is making love.
Bad music is superfluous - sure, it feels good to listen to, but it doesn't challenge you, it makes you happy while its happening, but when its done, it leaves your mind as quickly as it enters. That, is pop music - that is FUCKING.

The pop world is obsessed with fucking. They just want the quick fix, and it is on to the next big thing. Yet, the indie world has shaped up to the same thing - quick fix, and then: what's the next big band? Well, I don't want to fuck. I don't want to be part of a scene that just fucks - and I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to try to sell ourselves short appealing to either crowd exclusively. I think we have it in us to be better than both of those alternatives - and if you're reading this, you know what I mean.
As wide as the gap is between two world only concerned with appealing to themselves, we will bridge it, we will find that medium space where where bringing our music to the mass doesn't mean that we had to compromise or water down anything. We'll teach these fuckers how to make love.

Joe's Rat's Nest ...and other tales from the road.

2009-03-25T10:47:00.002-04:00

We woke up today with a hangover. Not a hangover from being drunk, mind you, but a collective hangover of getting the very short end of a very big stick. Also - being beaten with said stick.
It all started when we went to find something to eat. Coming from the Josh Ritter show, which was the saving grace of the night, we found ourselves without many options to choose from, food wise. So we decide to drive a bit and find food near our hotel, rather than the venue.
Long story short - it turns out the place where we parked didn't take to kindly to us parking there, and booted us. In fact, it was a ticket to the tune of 200 bucks. However, the kicker is - this wasn't the city of Atlanta, this was some private douchebag who SITS in the parking lot, and waits for people to park and walk away.
Kicker number 2 comes in the fact that the parking lot was for the Ruby Tuesday's we WERE going to - but when we got to the door, we found that the restaurant closed, so we just walked across the street to a seafood places that was open.
Kicker number three is that debate had raged in the van on whether or not we should move the van - I won't say who was on what side of the debate, to protect the guilty....(ahem, *cough*Isaidweshouldmove*cough*) but I digress....
We are now getting amped up for the show - we also decided to put a little jar out at our merch table, to help pay for the 200 dollar ass fucking we got last night. Perhaps people will donate to our "We can't possible afford this" cause. We'll let you know how it goes.

SXSW went wonderfully, by the way - it was quite an experience, we got to see some killer shows, St. Vincent, Dirty Projectors, Kevin Devine, Angus and Julia Stone, more more more that I can't even remember. A BIG thank you to my friends Meaghan and Sean for letting us stay with them for the whole time we were there. Thought I do like to think we are considerate house guests, dealing with 6 smelly guys on your floor is no easy task. Also - they gave us beer. Sweet.

We also went to New Orleans, we'll post a new video of that soon. Oh! By the way, did you see the new video we posted on our page? The one where we are on the side of this rural interstate. Cool, eh?
Yes, if you are wondering, I did purposely change the subject of New Orleans. A fun time was had. That's all I'll say. Unless you buy me a beer, then I'll tell you stories - otherwise, my lips are sealed.

Last but not least - Joe woke up today with a rat's nest on his head. See? Didn't think I'd ever make it back to the title of the post, did you?
More to come.

xoxoxo,
C

Flatstock @ SXSW (PotW #2)

2009-03-21T17:11:00.003-04:00

I can't begin to explain how incredible Flatstock 20 was. I got to meet several of my favorite designers as well as some new ones I'd never heard of before. Choosing just one for Poster of the Week #2? Nearly impossible. But I did walk away with a few so perhaps when I make it back to life with a computer I'll be able to post some of those.

-eli

Alive and well

2009-03-20T15:24:00.001-04:00

Hey y'all. Only a quick blog today- still in Austin having fun, lots to do.
We wanted to let you all know that the show went off without a hitch last night, and I think it's safe to say peoples minds were blown. So just know your boys from Boston (nh) are doing well- and we'll see you soon!

-Christopher

Greetings from the heartland

2009-03-16T18:24:00.000-04:00

On the way to Austin. Apparently, Christ is on tour as well.

Poster of the Week #1

2009-03-10T18:39:00.005-04:00

Hello everyone. Eli here. I've never been much of a blogger, but this week, an idea occurred to me that seemed like it might just fit on our shiny new blog here.

For a long time, I've followed an online column in Seattle's The Stranger called "Poster of the Week". It's written by a one Aaron Huffman (a personal musical influence, as well) and each week does pretty much what you'd expect, based on the title: showcases a poster. For years I've loved rock posters. People often treat them in general as something of an expendable, temporary art. They are this, in some ways, as they dive into obsolescence the moment the event being advertised is over. But I think this can also be a little bit of an unfair write-off of something that more often than not has many layers of thought, meaning, politics, and imagery. Plus, they just look cool. I can't explain exactly why, but there's something about the freedom, style, and attitude of rock and roll, mixed with some nice typography and solid design...

My idea, then, begins with this post. It's the first in a series I'm going to try to keep up with to showcase posters (and their artists) from the Boston and New England scene - a sort of east coast equivalent to Huffman's Seattle based column. I'm certainly no expert, it's just something that I spend so much time looking at on my own that perhaps I can a) bring the art to others, b) bring some exposure to other poster designers, or c) have an excuse to indulge even more of my time in this. This is also inspired, in part, by the fact that next week, while we're down in Austin, TX for SXSW, I'll surely be paying a visit to Flatstock 20 - the poster show to end all poster shows.

So, I guess that's that. The setup. I'm aiming to write up a new poster every week. Check back next week for a special, SXSW edition.

PotW #1 is a nice screenprinted poster by Phaedra Brucato. I love the simplicity of it, the hand drawn type, and the accidental or on purpose off-setting of the red print. Good stuff.

The hardest part

2009-03-08T23:28:00.003-04:00

Among the many irritating things about the music business - the one I find the most irritating is the 'foot in the door' part. When ever people actually come to the shows we find them to catch on pretty quick to what were doing. We have never been nervous about playing in front of anyone - because we've always known that the hardest part is already over: getting them to the show in the first place.
I have been inviting random people to our SXSW show - bands that we're fans of mostly, people that we would really appreciate coming out, people who make music that we are really into, thusly we would hope they would be into us. With this task of emailing and stuff, I found that it is the most difficult thing to say: "Sir or madam, of whom I have the upmost musical respect for - I know you get these emails all the time; but THIS ONE is different."
How do we know we are different? How do I explain to someone how much I love this band, The Everyday Visuals, and how much i believe in it without coming across like a self serving ass? How do I explain to them that, just like them, since I was a little kid, I've wanted to do nothing else with my life but play music without it sounding like a desperate plea from a nobody do nothing.
I've never been good at 'working a room' - sure, I feel like I am a funny guy, and I can be very personable, and affectionate, but what I am NOT is someone who can network and give the "hey..." finger snap that helps make those 'connections'.
I was told a story about this artist who went to SXSW last year, and bumped into the guy from spoon - they shared a beer, and by the end of the night the dude from spoon asked him to open a freaking tour for them. And the guy did.
I can't do that - I would meet the guy from spoon and for some reason or another, couldn't convince him, or could pitch us in the the right way to make that happen.
So that is the hardest part - if we opened for spoon, or anyone like that, we'd kill. I know it. But to get our foot in the door, to get that chance to be great...hmmm.
What can I say in an email that will make you listen - when I don't have music, I just have my words?

-C

Kyle Blogs Too!

2009-03-03T21:48:00.001-05:00

Greetings folks, Kyle here... Just a quick thank you to all who came
out to the two shows this weekend. What a blast! We even got asked
to play in Alaska!!! Kyle out...

Our artistic whims....

2009-03-03T10:05:00.002-05:00

We had a lot of fun this weekend playing acoustically with FOW. Perhaps a little too much fun - now that we have our sights set on SXSW, we have struck a quandary: To go acoustic, or not?
We have always been a band with sort of a split personality, we love getting as loud as we can, but we also enjoy getting as quiet as we can - sometimes performing with no amplification at all. Both feel like home to us, so when it comes to shows like SXSW showcases where you are suppose to play a set that accurately depicts your band - we always have the same problem...which Visuals do we present? Acoustic, or electric...?
The other tricky thing is the question of context - that is, do people react so well to our acoustic show because they have seen the electric one, and the stark contrast impresses them? If that were true, would people who have never seen us before just think of our acoustic set as average - could the acoustic set only be good in the context of the difference of our electric leanings?

This is a problem that has haunted us for some time now, when you only have one shot to 'wow' someone - what would you do if you were us? The answer would be simple if we enjoyed one set more than the other, but we love them both equally, and whats more - we feel they both accurately represent us.

Oh - to be a rich headlining act. That would solve all our problems, because we could do both: travel with two kits, acoustic drum kit, electric one...play an 'acoustic set' in the middle of a rock set. Hmmm. To have that luxury, the luxury to fully satisfy every artistic whim - now THAT'S success, in my eyes.

What do you all think?
Christopher

Paradise

2009-03-01T02:19:00.001-05:00

Awesome time at the Paradise tonight. See you tomorrow in Northampton.

The Truth:

2009-02-21T11:12:00.003-05:00

but the happiest band is one with a new album waiting in the wings. that is, currently, us.

we can has websitez?

2009-02-20T22:26:00.001-05:00

hello, all, and welcome to our new blog!
(have you been to our myspace to hear the new songs yet?)
<3
tev