So here we are! Driving through the Tennessee heartland where as
somewhere very special always says, it smells like cheddar cheese and
dust. Truck stops and mud farms. Passing a town ironically called
Palestine.
Last night we played a showcase in Nashville at The Basement. We
couldn't have been more pleased with the evening. There was a band
with a lead singer that was missing most of his strummin' hand, and he
had a cool mustache, and sang a song about a mustachio man stealing
his girl right out of his hand.
We had a great power set of about 25 minutes. Taught them a lesson,
really. And then I was blown away by the following bands, including
Hey Negrita, a sex pot songstress named Melissa Mathes, and a great
new Brooklyn band called The Albertans which I believe features some
canadians. They made me think of Sufjan Stevens meets The Cure. I
didn't mention that connection to Joel, their frontman, because I
never know how insulting my fusions will be, but I would have meant it
in the most polite and admiring way. A true pleasure to hear.
And all of us making our way to Austin. Tonight we will be at the
Chuggin Monkey at 11pm. I'm sure we'll make it, right?
Food I done ate today: 1 ham egg & cheese on English muffin with
coffee from Dunkin Donuts, half a vitamin water, 1 pop tart strawberry
with icing, 2 Sun Chips garden salsa variety.
Music listened to so far: Nigeria Special (compilation), the new M.
Ward, Loney Dear.
Matt Douglas
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