I’m joining Old Hundred and Shovels and Rope at the Rumba Cafe in Columbus, OH on June 2nd. There will be a few other solo gigs as well so stay tuned! We’ve left the Vanity Theft tour a bit earlier than planned and will not be playing any dates for that tour from this day forward. Please go support them anyways though, they’re lovely people!
At the end of June, I’ll be playing the Governors Island Ball with Alberta Cross. Then, it’s a short romp through Ohio and Pennsyl-tucky with Todd Snider and Rosi Golan. Enjoy the picture of me, Todd and Keith Christopher jamming at Banjo Jim’s…note my super cool head band.
In more July-ish news, I will be supporting Alberta Cross and Everest on most of their July 2012 tour dates as well as playing guitar with Alberta Cross. Dates will be posted soon on the shows page. Can’t wait to see you…or sea you…or “c” you.
It’s Monday, which when you’re on the road means one of two things: a day off or Iowa. On this particular Monday it means a day off, in scenic Lubbock, TX…the home of the great Buddy Holly. When enjoying you’re day off you’ll want to keep your Days Inn Suite fridge stocked with High Life and know your local TV schedule well so you can easily find a Law and Order marathon…preferably one with Vincent D’Nofrio.
So far we’ve visited the great cities of St. Louis, Oklahoma City, Dallas, Austin, San Antonio and Houston. We’re en route to Albuquerque, NM. I was talking to my friend Mark Boquist earlier today on the phone about our gig in Albuquerque. He’s traveled many miles over the years and remembered playing the same joint for which we’re bound. “It’s not bad,” he says.
We’ve a new man on the force with us this time…from Chicago’s own Sons Of The West, on the drums, it’s the wonderfully talented Gregg Midon. He’s a ruthless young fella when it comes to drumming and we’re having lot’s of fun conversing with the ladies at the gas stations wearing the “If you mess with me, you mess with the whole trailer park,” t-shirts.
Well, as we’ve settled into watching a TV show with the “Kim Kardashian of Staten Island,” as she calls herself, it seems it’s time enjoy the edible treasures of the vending machine run. Yay m&m’s! See ya soon…tomorrow, New Mexico!
We made our debut full length in Baltimore, MD this past September at the famed Invisible Sound Recording Studios with producer Adam Lasus at the helm. Mark Stepro on drums, Rich Hinman on guitar and John Kengla on bass. It’s got some heavy jazz on it, slick back. My favorite tune is the one cover song on the record, a JP Olsen song entitled, “Hole In The Wall.” Anyways I hope you enjoy it. You can download it from our bandcamp site now, http://www.weareyourenemies.bandcamp.com now for the discounted price of $7 and also get two unreleased bonus tracks with it. You can also pick up an advanced physical copy at one of the shows on our tour this month. Check out the “shows” page for all the info on where we’re playing. See you soon…first stop, St. Louis, MO tonight at the Firebird!
Not Punk-A poem by Aaron Lee Tasjan
Somewhere between smokin’ Joe Strummer and a man who changed his name from Gordon Sumner is what we have come to know as “not punk.”
First, the real punk: Lenny Kaye’s Nuggets.
Built from the underground it was a collection of the largely ignored at the time.
American bands grasping the American dream as it carefully eluded them.
96 tear drops are shed on the turntable as the record goes around again and here we are today still listening.
Someone says, “Dude, that is so not punk,” as Blink-182 stumbles around gacked up on hair dye and long shorts.
Mean while Iggy sits with Tom Waits and smokes another ciggy.
As I sit in an arm chair in Peru, David Johansen explains to a reporter that his band “did not invent punk.”
He resembles Dylan at his press conferences in the 60s…he is articulate and bewildering.
Flights of high octane guitar soar through the hotel lobby as God Save The Queen comes out of the radio.
There is Steve Jones…perhaps punk’s very own John Wayne.
Perhaps the pawn shop receipt for Bowie’s stolen gear should have been signed, “Marion Robert Morrison.”
And now, the shape of punk to come!
And it’s out there…waiting.
In the mean time, I can’t trade in my guitar at the pawn shop for a trust fund lap top and a pitchfork review.
But why would I want to?
That shit is so not punk.