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Friday, November 19, 2010

Gnarballs Tour

So the tour so far has been KICKNUT. We are driving to Eugene now for what promises to be a wonderful good time. All The shows so far have been gnarly! The cops shut down our roof show in SF which sucked. "Are you guys trying to recreate your favorite U2 moments?" They said...I think they were making fun of us. Other than that we've been lucky to not have had any runs in with the neighborhood officers. Aaron has maimed both his favorite guitars and he's been kinda bummin about that. Max slipped on stage last night and ATE SHIT, it was funny. Andrew has just been going BUCKWILD...every nights a party with that guy. Thank you to EVERYONE who bought a record you are all DUMPTRUCK!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

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Sober Sister
Red Battalion
The Fall

Friday, August 20, 2010

These Are Fun to Write

So TSR is back in the practice room! We been there for maybe a week and a half preparing for SOMA and I gotta say it's been really fucking fun. Just being in the room together and collaborating as a band instead of separate entities is something I think we've all missed. We wrote a new tune and it was great to get to push and pull and shape it into a little piece of artwork...The soma show is gonna be a gas too. There is a lot of stuff coming that I'm stoked about, always moving forward.
ALSO Max has a new project he's been working on called "Inspired into Sleep" which just recently became a band. You should check em out and friend em on facebook and stuff! They'll be playing more shows soon too!

Monday, April 5, 2010

Optimism and The New Record

Well most of our work for the first real record we've ever made is complete and we could not be more proud. We still need to work our fingers to the bone for the packaging but the music portion is in the final stages. It's very exciting to realize that it isn't up to us to judge it anymore. I mean since "conception" that's all we've done, continually judge everything about it. You first hear it and you judge it and judge it until you feel the song has told you all it can then you judge it during recording, adding things to make it more...it.
But once it's "released" it is up to whoever hears it. If it is hated or if it is treated with kindness. That's really freeing, all the questions you ask yourself really don't matter anymore and you can focus on new, exciting questions...what's on TV? How does Pete do that?

Monday, March 15, 2010

It's a Mystery

Why happy things are fleeting
Sad things last forever
And swing sets get leveled to make parking lots
I wish I was a kid again, kissing the hand of the girl I liked on the playground as my friends yelled at me to hurry the fuck up and come play soccer with them.
Life was so simple then, and now every day I'm asked a million questions I can't answer

Monday, March 8, 2010

Happy Place

The first time I heard Sparklehorse I was in a little studio in Escondido and I was plunking away on a guitar I loved (and wished I had). The studio monitors crackled in to life and I heard a stool creek loudly under the weight of something sinister and an organ that crackled into chords. I crawled into the control room as the organ continued a simple melody and, beautiful in it's simplicity, created a whole world of rain and rustling trees inside my head. Out of so little came so much. Then, as if tuning a radio, static clambered away from the organ and latched on to a bullet miced voice and a weak guitar just audible through the noise. "If I had, if I had more, more would be layed at your feet"
The static grew, drowning the song, and the organ returned marring and smearing the lines of the second verse, then the haze cleared and the song opened up, became monstrous and roared through the speakers. Guitars blared instant hooks through my ears and (as a young lad) I couldn't help but fall in love with the vision of a man devoured by a crazy horse. The song ended with a simple but mournfully honest plea. "All I want is to be a happy man." The organ returned, the song was sung, and Mark wasn't there anymore...

Friday, February 26, 2010

No One Reads This Anyway

Seattle was an experience. There were super cool parts, Going to the EMP, being nose to nose with a very special Fender Mustang, sleeping in a REAL bed, and hanging with some cool peeps BUT there were uncomfortable, wired parts too. I hated it at the same time as I loved it. I definitely wanna live there but I know I'd spend a ton of time following footsteps and sitting on the curb across the street...
We didn't have a show there cause it got cancelled so we had 2 days to "relax" which I fucking hate. I wanna pretty much be constantly playing shows. Constantly able to prove to myself that I'm not entirely worthless, even if I contribute very little :). I don't mean to bitch and moan but like I said...No one reads this shit anyway

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Crossing The Border

As he rocketed across the tree filled border of Oregon his thoughts weren't those of the first out of state show or the queasy feeling of exhaustion in his stomach, ney, his mind cradled the notion of a different life. Staring at the shacks, pressing his nose against the cold car window, he thought of the possibility of just living...alone...miles from the first neighbor. No phone, no blaring televisions, he could nurse songs from infancy in to adulthood as slow as he wanted. The window fogged with his breath and in that moment he knew...that that was just dumb.

Monday, February 22, 2010

All The Way To Humbolt

I am very tired, I can only imagine how Andrew feels. He valiantly drove ALL the way to Humbolt from San Jose. The Whole Foods there is awesome! It was crazy crowded but that might have been the best meal I've eaten yet. Max got soup...I don't know what Andrew got. It's Eugene tomorrow, at the Muse lounge. Night

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Gettin Shit Together

Cutting little promo cards in the car, on the way to CSU...danger

Thursday, February 11, 2010

The Tour and Art

Well we are embarking on a new tour this time all the way up to Seattle. I am really excited about that. I have always been a healthy student of the band Nirvana so to go up there and hangout where they came from is gonna be pretty cool. We have new merch too! We are gonna be giving away a 2 song sampler of our new record with rough mixes of a couple of the finished tracks...a taste of what's to come. We have new shirts too, and they are BADASS. Hannah Schoetz did the artwork for them and it turned out really well! We are thinking that they might be sorta limited run so get em while they last! Other than that the X1fm vids should be up soon. I'm am kinda worried to see them...hope we pulled it off.
-Nunchuck Bitch

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Citybeat Interview

After the show at X1FM we sat down (on Andrews van) for a short interview with citybeat's own Priscilla. and her it is...

Friday, February 5, 2010

X1FM and the Bright Lights of a Microscope

I ALWAYS get nervous before ANY show we play, but this time it's special. This time the cameras will roll and the bright lights of the X1FM microscope will glare down upon us. AND I have a cold :( In other news I'm changing my name to nunchuck bitch.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

A Year Later...

We played the Battle of The Bands today that we won a year ago and it was a very weird experience. When we won I was really surprised and sorta weirded out. I sorta felt like winning made us the most acceptable, middle of the road band and that in order to appeal to all the judges we HAD to be somewhat mediocre. Then today we played and pretty much sucked. But through all that it really showed that we've gotten way better with a year of playing. Even the shit performance today was better than the winning one then...good stuff...I think

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Your New Favorite Band

This is our new favorite band

I hope it is yours soon too


Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Practice makes Perfect

We are trapped in a very small room


and we cannot leave until we are as tight as a frog's butthole


and that's water tight