

Phew. This weekend was pure insanity at it's finest. Leaving Friday night to NYC, we had to battle with all New England weather has to offer: wind, rain, snow, sleet, mist, fog, cats, dogs, bumpers, buckets... still, the wet drive was only a foreshadowing of what was to come.
Saturday in the studio was all about the melodica. We also did some acoustic guitar licks, leaving us with only vocals to track, then mixing will commence full-time. We are hoping to have a couple tracks to start passing around within the next month or so.
Around 8:00 pm we depart from Queens to make our way to the city. This was our first venture to the Knitting Factory, and we rolled with quite the crew- 15 heads just from the studio, and met up with almost double that at the show. Things were looking great- we all got in fine (even those without proper id...), the place was packed, we finally met
Django in person- we were absolutely pumped to play next. Just as we started bringing our gear on stage, the forces of nature that balance the universe gave us the finger... harder than it ever has before. As I walk by the sound board, stationed by the club manager/sound-woman, water starts pouring out of the lights directly above the console. Allow me to elaborate: this was no drip, no leaky faucet from above. Shit was pouring out of the lights, running down the wall like a waterfall, and shutting down everything it touched. The sound went out, the lights went out, half the power was gone. As the staff scrambled to grab towels and salvage what they could, the words began to echo: shows over everyone...
Our initial reaction was pure shock. A little chuckle of disbelief followed by the infamous stomach pit. Yet as we saw the resounding bummed look in everyone's eyes, we realized it was not over. We still had some power, dry amps, and I was ready to mash down the place with drums mic'd or not. "Don't leave... dub set!" As the staff continued to get the place dry and back in order, we start sound checking while lights still flickered and went out.

After jamming on "youth are getting restless" for a bit, the now
sold out crowd was up front and ready to rock. Just then John's vocals came booming over the PA and we were back in business. Thanks to the Knitting crew, some back up gear was assembled and kept the house sound alive. Forty five minutes later, the place was drenched in sweat, smoke, and screaming heads, and we couldn't have been happier.


The rest of the show was great, and headliners Reegal Beagle put on an amazing set. Once again, HUGE thanks goes out to not only the staff that worked so hard to keep the show going, but everyone who danced their ass off while we blazed through our set. It turned out to be one of the most fun times we've ever had on stage. As always, Mercer came in clutch and filmed the whole thing, which will make a very entertaining video some day (hopefully) soon. BTW, thanks to Sam for all these pics!

After sitting in bumper to bumper traffic at 2:30 am (damn city that never naps), we finally made our way back to Queens with so many people that some slept on sound proofing foam on the studio floor... good times. After all, we needed our rest so we could wake up, drive to boston and do it all again.
As expected, it turned out that the next night couldn't quite live up the Saturday's debacle. The show was still fun, but apparently no one wants to come out on a Sunday night in March. The Cool and Deadly killed it as usual and it was great just to hang with those guys. We'll be sharing the stage with them once again next month at Sully's in Connecticut. Other than that, we have a few weeks off to hopefully get more work done on the record. Keep it here for the latest. Until then, cheers with beers.