Well, its been about a year since this blog was touched (show me on the blog where the musician touched you), and I've got a cat high on drugs wearing a little space cone (stay away from those stiches) in my lap, so I've got some time to kill here. and there's some catching up to do. We (the editorial we, not the royal we) have been dutifully flogging the dolphin that is our musical muse in the meantime. Chris has been writing up a storm, and we've only gotten to a fraction of his new material. His move up to the Frozen North of the state of Jefferson has been less disruptive than I expected, but if he could get frequent flyer miles for driving on I5 he'd qualify for a business-class ticket on Virgin Galactic to the outskirts of infinity (down by the Methane Sea).
Travis has moved his base of operations to the outskirts of the Gold Country in preparation for his Golden Years (don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel), and Pater is pondering the possibility of transitioning from his communications empire (the mailroom at Laney College) to life as a gentleman thug. The wages of forgetting to die young are figuring out what to do with yourself. So far the rest of us are standing pat, though Glenn is back to being a wage slave for the International Business Machine corporation (hey, business machines are people too). He says the commute is murder, but the perks are good (he has his own mainframe in Poughkeepsie [I had to look that one up]).
In general, our Nefarious Plan for World Domination is proceeding at a rather leisurely pace. As Travis likes to say, 2020 is our breakout year (mark your iCalendars!). We seem to be doing our part in creating a Purple America by finding some new fans in some of the more ah, traditional corners of this great land of ours, specifically the Big Horn Music Festival in Buffalo WY and some shows in Lake Havasu AZ courtesy of our new buddy Dave Chambers, International Man of Mystery (and real estate agent). The cowboys and cowgirls of Buffalo are some of the kindest and most courteous people I have ever met, and boy do the citizens of Lake Havasu know how to party. As long as we don't try to re-start our book club discussion of Das Kapital we should be fine there. We're going back to both in fact (WY in July and AZ in Jan 2014). We're playing a balloon festival in AZ, I'm looking forward to seeing how Peter sets up his drums in the basket. This is not what we expected, but isn't that pretty much true of Life?
Finally, the real purpose of Life: hawking product!. Tomorrow we're at the Rancho Nicasio, conveniently enough in Nicasio. Mike says the reservations are filling up, so book yesterday. We have graduated to being allowed to play on stage, so that should be exciting. We've also almost finished a set of basic tracks for the new album, most of which you'll hear tomorrow. As a reward for both of you still reading, I'll let you in on a secret. We're bringing in a horn section for the show at the Freight & Salvage on June 1. I've got most of the charts done, and we have our first and only rehearsal on Wed at Glenn's house. Come on by and bring some newspaper for the horns to spit on. I'll be back once I get this cat off my lap.
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