Back In the Saddle…

Apr 11 2009

the Creative Loafing (and Mr Rad Chadford) were kind enough to ask me to fill out this questionaire. At first I was dubious, then I got curious, but it ended up not-so-serious. Enjoy here!

Also much thanks to Pat & the EARL, Maria Taylor and Whispertown 2000. I personal highlight was the charming Mrs Taylor saying “I really enjoyed yer set Jeremiah!” I kid!

Keep checking in a bit more frequently and I will too, I’ve gotten the base tracks fer what will be my first solo album that should be due in late 09. See you in the prequel!

Fiction Can Be Fun

Apr 01 2009

It’s true, playing shows is alotta fun, exspexially at my level, you don’t have to worry about traffic or parking going to or arriving at yer own show. Occassionally fun things happen like yer giving an extra drink ticket that you can give to yer mom to ease her shakes, but by and large,  the fun lies in lifting heavy equipment, yer spouse doesn’t know you’ve purchased, up and down winding staircases all fer $30. But things are going our way, next WED we’re breaking big and going stripped down, my and Capt Kray on the thud staff. It will be like old times, I’ll tell him we only have 1 spot on the guestlist (my girl), the club shortchanged us on drink tickets, and Dear Pat at the Earl could only pay us in curly fries.

Lack of humor aside, we’ll be playing mostly all new songs from a forthcoming record we’re polishing up now, tentatively titled Snacking Between Meals-On-Wheels.

See you outside during our set!



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Onions, Really?

Sep 04 2008

Between the few days of chilling out, eating kangaroo by Coogee beach, ferry-ing it out to “Manly” Beach, the Sydney show pounced upon us. Due to the big luv Brisbane showed on the t-shirt front we made sum calls and got just a few printed up in time fer the Wed show.

Easy day, hectic night. Went round to grab em before the gilz’nig and finally getting to the show seemed like forever, traffic wuz a pain. Fortunately the hoodies came just like I em, enormous hood, tiny sleeves. I tried one on and felt like Chris Farley doing the “fat man in a little coat” bit. Coming back from picking up Dave’s daily morning order of six pounds of fresh fruit he surprised me by wearing one himself. He looked like a bearded mint slice but I didn’t have time to talk, Capt Pedro’s tummy wuz grumblin.

Here’s a gripping shot of tour life, sniff the credibility!

I remember kinda being concerned about the time but laughing myself silly listening to Dave tell me sum story about him and his buddy Horacio in NYC that involved a bottle of wine, a straw, Kristen Dunce(sp?), & a sacrificial pair of shoes. Ate some thai and laughed, Nance werked the merch like the boss. The Hopetoun is a top place to play and Pete who books it is no joke, excellent fella. If you have $2,000 and a coupla songs to play, why not fly on down here and play?

We got the shows underway & really caught our stride once we hit Melbourne & this is due in no small way to the lovely and generous luv shown us by Nadia, Kate (above), & Caro. Melbourne was chilly and literally within an hour of arriving we were sitting across from the K & N eating the most lovely soup. The only thing that could top the freshly sliced celery in that luscious bowl, other than Kate’s mile high pile of graded cheese, wuz the chat and laughs. We got on the plane & both commented how we miss them already, true champs! Kate fronts An Horse, check em out already!

Here’s a pic where I believe Nadia was second questions Kate’s view on “Owning the Fart.” We too posed this query to our Kate with the windows up shelding us from the Melbourne cold. I kid!

Lots of snacking ‘tween meals came at airports and being a fan of Subway’s “eat Fresh” motto I indulged in something foot long. I’m used to working alone (being a body builder) so I didn’t hesitate to, as always, go the extra onions. After demolishing the goods, and part of a helpless napkin, I turn to Dave and all I hear “Onions, really?” Plane seats are quite close together huh? Another good chuckles…