“Don’t Be Shy” Remix for House of Bread by Metavari.
Record Store Day @ Village Green Records… Ben’s debut on drums!!
Showprint for the “Loosen the Bands” vinyl release show. Special guests The Sight Below & Svarte Greiner.
Interview at SXSW with Seattle’s Redefine Magazine.
“Studies” Vol 1: Loosen the Bands
The infographic companion to “Loosen the Bands.”
Denton… is a blur. We were an hour late to the show. Set up as fast as we could possibly manage. Ate free pizza at J&J’s. Watched the glory that was Western Giants… then loaded up and headed to Austin. We were probably there 3 hours and then it was Austin or bust. Drove through the night in order to beat the morning traffic and head to Husband&Wife’s 1:30 showcase at the Buzzgrinder day party and our 2:15 showcase with Thunderhawk at the Standard Recording Label day party. And somewhere between the Denton departure and Austin arrival, Bryant managed to get a touch of the stomach flu. And by touch, I mean more vomit than I’ve ever heard come out of a human being in my life. All night. All morning. Husband&Wife somehow managed to play their 1:30 show and just when it seemed like Bryant was down for the count, he picked himself up outta the van and played our bands’ evening show at the Space12 gallery. Day 1 was a complete blur, but a success none the less. We ended the evening watching Danielson’s Space12 performance. Totally. Amazing.
The Husband&Wife van took a dump on us today—setting the H&W’ers back many a bone, delaying our departure by about 5 hours, and making us about an hour late to our show in Denton.
But lucky for us, Norman takes St. Patrick’s Day pretty seriously. They kicked off festivities early and we participated with an abundance of enthusiasm. Brats, queso, Irish car bombs, Guiness, “The Sooner Sandwich,” temporary tattoos, pictures taken with a little person and some last minute hair cuts at the local barber. Andrew and Kevin got their ears lowered and Ty had his queso-catchall shaved into some seriously amazing mutton chops.
And as if we weren’t already having the time of our lives, the phone rang with news that the repair that was being made on the van wasn’t actually the repair that needed to be made. And they had stopped the presses soon after we left for St. Paddy’s day 2010. We had basically been wasting our afternoon while the mechanic hoped we’d maybe stop by again. The repair that indeed needed to be made was going to take upwards of 7 days unless we wanted to take a risk and get the bare minimum worked on. This would take 40 minutes. We went with the latter.
