Wednesday, August 25, 2004
You ghostly orcas, skimming the surface from below,
The bears are back, and when we say 'bears' we mean the gentlemen carnivores of We Are Scientists; and when we say 'back' we mean beautiful to look at. Ha ha! No, we mean back in New York, natch. This paragraph so far has been a whole Batch o' Natch, hasn't it? Nothing but stuff that goes without saying. Let's maintain that trend:
Of course, none of this would have been possible without a shitload of help from our friends. Big thanks go to Steven Hauptfeur, who not only put us on his Wednesday-night Radio bill, but also used his 800lb.-gorilla clout to inject us into the Vice store's Sunset Junction line-up. Ryan Kuhlman should be given John Kerry's discarded medals for his terrific efforts at putting together the beginnings of a music video with WAS, perhaps this nation's most creatively indecisive arts collective. Ariel of Dirty Little Secret gave generously of his time and produced what is initially sounding like one and a half of the best songs we've ever recorded. David from Western lent his band's equipment and part of his evening so that we'd be able to play Sunset Junction, even though we missed Western's show earlier that afternoon due to a previous commitment to that asshole Ryan, or maybe that fucker Ariel. (How quickly our loyalties shift!!) Mariko Jones made valiant efforts to get us onto several bills; that they were ultimately abortive has nothing to do with Mariko's persuasiveness or tenacity and everything to do with the fact that some booking people are just threatened by how goddamn handsome we are (scientists are). Finally, we increased our already immense debt to one Greg Fishbein, who selflessly donated his plushly carpeted floor, his Futurama library, his expansive knowledge of whisky, and a euphoric half hour of his time, cut though it was with sediment of pestle.
But we're back in New York, and the future is now. There are about a hundred shows coming up over the next month; if you miss us, you have only your seeing-eye dog to blame. The Royal Oak shows should be particularly nice, as we have TOTAL CONTROL over how things go down, and we plan on exploiting that by telling more jokes than ever, projecting slides, doing little dances, drinking more than is even remotely responsible, that sort of thing. Hey! C U there!
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Sons and Daughterpersons,
Sorry we've been quiet for a while. It's not that nothing's been happening, we've just been taking the news page for granted - why aren't the kids at CNN.com not handling this by now? We've been busy working on the new(ish) EP, but also busy forgetting about it (it'll come out soon, promise), thanks to the myriad distractions that are part and parcel of having pledged devotion to the WAS. We're now in LA, playing some shows (check that page for more info), doing some more recording (is it common practice to release an album before starting to work on new stuff? We don't care. You don't tell us how to record and we won't tell you how to bag those groceries.), maybe shooting a video or two. Also: the partying. We are talking about some B. E. Ellis-grade action, what with all the near-villainous carousing and skin-baring and drug-consuming (Keith is on antibiotics, see) and the disturbingly pronounced spiritual detachment. Sweet LA.