Recording next saturday

Next week should be the start of something good. We're finally recording some of the stuff we've been playing for more than a year. I'm excited. Really, really excited about it. Feels like it'll be a nice, loose session at the practice space. Hopefully, we'll have something to show for all this by the end of the year. At the very least, expect some new tracks up online on the myspace site before Christmas.

of older days that have long since gone by

Of the things I regret about in Gainesville, and there are quite a few, one of my biggest regrets is not trying to foster an artistic community there. We had a lot of artistic friends that did music, painting, sculptures and photography among other things. I didn't think about it at the time, but it really would have made a lot of sense to start an artist collective and try to cross promote a lot of shows and showings and try to blend these different aspects of art and bring them together in one space. This happens all the time, even in Gainesville. So I've decided to take a more active role in promoting the work of our friends. A lot of it is very good and there's no reason why they shouldn't get noticed and make a good chunk of change for their efforts.

In that spirit, may I suggest checking out the following:

Room 5 Films did a short video about us a while back. They also do many other much more interesting things and they've compiled the best of it in this nice, beautifully shot and edited reel for your viewing pleasure.

http://room5films.com/reel.html

And they still have our video up on their site too. Click on Oh No and the Tiger Pit on that site.

http://room5films.com/R5FOHNO.html

Our good friend (and kin to our drummer and future brother-in-law to our guitar player) Conor Mitchell has been a productive art machine up in the Great Northwest. He makes beautifully painted pieces of art. But in the true Renaissance fashion, the man continues to make music and try his hand at a number of things. He was once in a rock n roll band, Loaded for Bear, with our good friend Dave.

http://www.myspace.com/l4b

His latest stuff is up for sale at Mount Salvation. The site is super cool as well, so poke around there a bit.

http://www.mountsalvation.com/

And how he got the URL for that site, I'll never know. You'd think there would be an Internet savvy church out there that would have snapped that up.

And lastly (but not leastly?), Morningbell, our friends in Gainesville who gave us our first gig, are putting out a new album on September 4th. I got an early preview of the album and saw them perform a bit of it live in NYC in July. It's the best album they've ever recorded. It's different from anything they've put out. It's different from a lot of what other bands are putting out right now. And it's definitely a new peak for them. I'm always amazed at how far this band has come. I remember their Future Feels Good days, playing 3 hour cover-filled sets in Hollywood, Florida. If you're in Gainesville, go to their CD release show at Commongrounds. If you're not, go to their website below and check their stuff out. It's very good.

http://www.morningbellonline.com/

And thus, our session of plugs comes to a close. More to come in the future.

a series of unrelated and related things

Hi,

So as you may or may not know or care, we've been trying to record an album for quite some time now. And so far, to no avail. But things are looking up for the month of October, so it may actually happen. I think all of us are dying to just unload these songs that we've been playing for a year or two, get them on an album and just not have to think about them anymore. We've talked about trying different things. In the spirit of this, I've decided to record every time I have a riff or idea pop into my head and I'm near my computer. This happens a lot.

Unfortunately, it happens more frequently when I'm on a subway or walking through the city or somewhere that is extremely inconvenient for me to record. And my memory sucks. It's bad. The short-term stuff is just not there, though I do retain an encyclopedic memory of football games from the last 10 years. Weird the shit you can keep in the ol' noggin. Anyway, I have two long tracks of various ideas. Some of this sounds like it could be ok and some of it is doodling. There was something I was working on a long time ago, and I never got it to a point where I wanted to present it to the rest of the lot and make it into a bonafide song. I think I got hung up on it. I don't like unfinished business. So I've been noodling with that a little bit.

This also gets to the heart of something else I've been dwelling on: mortality and the life span of a band or any project really. Ben said that Jay Reatard said that you only have a certain amount of albums or years in you before it's over. Very true. I always thought albums, but for some, maybe it's years. We've been together for a while with not a lot concrete to show for it. That said, this band is the most fun I've had. And yet, I know that if it were to end, I would have a lot of regrets because I haven't given 100%. Even at the shows. Even when I go crazy. I haven't given it my all all the time. I've taken the flip a switch approach, and it doesn't work. So I'm ditching that approach in favor of consistently trying. Because I would hate to keep doing this without giving everything I had.

And so in that spirit, I've taken to trying to remember the riffs that pop in my head 5 to 25 times a day. I'm recording, even if 90% of it sucks because that 10% might be worth it. And really, the only people that have to hear the 90% crap is the rest of the band, and if I can't be comfortable with them hearing the parts that suck, then I really need to be doing something else. This also means I'm going to have to drop part of my snark filter. But somethings are for the better.

P.S. Though I've said elsewhere that Unwrapped is the worst show on television, the Food Network is still a good standby channel when nothing else is on. And really, Unwrapped tries to remove the "mystique" surrounding heavily processed, mass produced, mostly unhealthy, fast food and snacks. Please do not remove this mystique. This stuff is disgusting. Stop trying to make it seem like it is otherwise, Marc Summers. Ok, I've had that tangent in me for a while now.

Goodnight,

Enrique Schmerhorn and the Panamanians

Thanks for everyone who came out

Good show last night. We've got one more booked for September 25th at the Trash Bar, and then I think that's going to be it for a while. We're going to try and record a bit in the next few months and work on some new stuff, so that you, the loyal listener/blog reader/showgoer, do not get bored and so that we, the band, also do not get bored. We've been playing the same stuff for more than a year at some of the same places, so a break, I think, is really in order and that's the feeling I get from some of the guys too. I was actually the most resistant to this, but I've come around to it. So, save your hard-earned dollars and make your way to the Trash Bar in Williamsburg on September 25th for what may be the last Oh No! show for a while.

weird things--show tonight

dearest readers,

I've seen some pretty weird things around Brooklyn lately. Just the other night, I witnessed a chase scene in my neighborhood. I was coming home late and walking down Rogers street, I was at the corner of Rogers and Lincoln. I was waiting to cross, when, to my surprise, a heavy-set white dude was running full speed down the opposite side of the street. A late night jog through Lefferts-Gardens? A man training for the 2012 Olympic games? An innocent midnight foot race? A chance to show off his sweet cargo shorts? I will never know. Behind him was another heavy-set dude, who was, invariably, chasing cargo shorts man. Only, the trailing runner had to stop every few seconds to catch his breath. Whenever I am in situations like this, I go back to my beloved "Chose Your Own Adventure" books of my youth. Do I chase down cargo shorts man and ask questions later (I have to admit, I was thinking of running him down for fun; for my own ego)? Ask the trailing runner why he was chasing another man at midnight on a Sunday? Run along side the lead runner and ask, "why are you running away from someone?"

I choose to let the scene run its proper course and let my mind wander--field research scientists are not there to influence nature.

Anywhoz, that was only one of many odd encounters I've had: maybe these weird things are harbingers that the world is on its way to a sudden end. Perhaps as the world spins it is chasing its own tail like two heavy-set dudes chasing each other in the night. But as the world ends, won't you want to reflect back on your life and all the times you had?

You will certainly reminisce about that night in the summer of 2009, when you saw Oh No! and the Tiger Pit at the Charleston, and you will remember the smiling faces, the moving bodies, and the groovy rhythms. What a beautiful way to meet your maker!

Don't f*** with the future--Come to the Charleston tonight (on Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg) to watch a great show.

The show starts at 9pm.

Oh No! and the Tiger Pit
The Hey!
Mancie

$7

Attention fans of blog:

Show tonight (July 25) at the National Underground on the corner of Houston and Allen, across the street from a playground and near the landmark eateries Russ & Daughters and Katz Deli. We go on late tonight, near or at midnight, but the band before us, the Hey, are fantastic and you should come out to see them too. $10 at the door, a bit pricey, but worth it. maybe. no, definitely. well, maybe.

the set will be eclectic and electric.

this is pretty awesome

http://www.beck.com/irrelevant_topics

Beck interviews Tom Waits on a variety of different things. Tom Waits is the coolest person ever.

shows, shows, shows

Three shows coming up. It's incredibly rare that we book this much this far in advance. The first show is next Saturday (not this Saturday; this Saturday, a pretty lady celebrates her birthday in Fort Greene Park), July 25th at the National Underground in the Lower East Side. It's a midnight show for us, and we get to play with the Hey! It's $10, but we've got a couple new tricks up our collective sleeve, and I think it'll be well worth the money. We love the Hey!

If you can't make it out to that show but still want to see the Hey! and Oh No! and the Tiger Pit, you can catch us at my favorite venue, the Charleston on August 15th (6 days before a certain, brown-eyed handsome man's birthday). As always with the Charleston shows, the start times are in flux, but it should be $7 at the door.

Lastly, we're returning to the Trash Bar in Williamsburg on September 25th with the Mess Around. It's the Mess Around's birthday blowout rockstravabanza. These guys are pretty good. We've played with them before, and I'll say it again, pretty good.

Hope to see you at the shows, at least one of them.

much needed new gear - FIXED

I got an awesome new guitar a couple days ago for a price so low, I don't even really want to say. As you can probably tell, I'm thrilled. Below is a picture from Gretsch's website. But that's pretty much exactly the guitar I got. A Gretsch Electromatic hollowbody G5120 guitar in orange with a clear pickguard. Exactly what I wanted. It's the low end guitar offered by Gretsch, but it's also doesn't cost a friggin' grand like their other models. It's made in Korea and has cheaper electronics/pickups than the Arkansas-made ones, but it still sounds like a dream.

So that's one down. The other guitar I've been wanting is an acoustic resonator to play around with at home. I imagine I won't be splurging on that anytime soon, but you never know when deals creep up.

This orange Gretsch beauty will be making its grand debut July 25th at the National Underground in the Lower East Side. Should be a dandy of a show with us and our good friends the Hey!

Geeking out at the end of the universe

the other thing i've been into lately is astronomy. yup, astronomy. minus the complex mathematics that's needed to fully understand it. i'm content at the moment to just soak in the pictures and come to the humble realization that i am not at all important in any sort of cosmic sense. enough blather, look at these pics.

There's so much out there. If you can imagine, say there are a million galaxies (there are more, but for example's sake here). And in each galaxy, there are a million stars (again, there are more in reality). And even if just half of those stars have planets orbiting around them. think of how many fucking planets that is. jesus.

ok, enough thinking. here's another pic to make you cry out sweet moses and feel like a blip on the grand radar of the universe.

two things

a Gretsch 5120 hollowbody with a Bigsby tailpiece

an acoustic resonator

but first, tea, juice, water, chicken soup, drugs, drugs, drugs and i've gotta shake this damn cold i picked up in detroit.

the scourge of no dancing

i hate to say it, but some people are too cool for school. look, rock n roll is about dancing and having a good time. those are the roots of rock n roll. in the 50s and 60s, people used to dance to rock music and have fun doing it. then, for some terrible reason, things changed. people regressed from dancing to toe tapping to head bobbing to where we're at now: standing with your arms folded and politely applauding after songs. that sucks. i hate it. i hate it as a fan and as a performer. fuck that hipster shit. too cool to fucking dance? ridiculous. we played what i thought was pretty dancey set a week ago and most people were too cool to dance or show any kind of emotion and thought it more fun to enjoy a show with their arms folded while standing statue-like in corners. how is that more fun than being an active part of something? this is the other bad part of shows nowadays. people are legitimately afraid of coming close to the stage. what's going to happen? honestly! This is going to sound like sour grapes, but it needs to be said. Rock n roll shows are for dancing and some form of movement is always appreciated. I hate playing shows where there is a five foot buffer between the band and the audience. I hate seeing a huge empty space between us and you. It's stupid and artificial.

David Byrne

David Byrne makes music so beautiful that I want to quit making it myself because there is no way that I could ever do what he does.   I saw him tonight, kinda.  I could only see him on the monitors outside the Prospect Park bandshell, but I could hear him.  Oh yeah.  He sounds and moves like the 23 year old guy in the Talking Heads, except he's 57 now and wears white suits to match his white hair.  How is that even possible?  How does he still have it after all these years?  I saw him today, and I wanted to quit, just for a little while.  I've listened to his new album a lot over the past couple months.  It's gorgeous.  There's no other way to describe it.  Especially a song like My Big Nurse.  It's music I want to listen to while sitting on a porch and staring out to the abyss of the Pacific Ocean and drinking a beer poured into a stout glass.  

He drew a huge crowd of people.  He filled the whole bandshell area, and then that crowd spilled out to the playground area behind the stage, the grassy areas south of the bandshell, the picnic tables to the north, the street to the east that faced the stage, and the grassy area across that street.  People sat on blankets, ate sandwiches, stood, contorted, kneeled, sat on other people, sat Indian-style on the streets, grass, seats, makeshift seats and whatever else they could find.  And when he started Once in a Lifetime, everyone slowly gathered themselves and stood up to try and dance to it, except the audience is filled with awkward white dancing and the space to do that was nil.  A worth effort nevertheless, and at least some hipsters were roused to movement.  Beats standing cross-armed and silent any day of the week.

And when we thought we had our fill of humanity, we walked through the park, though it was more like a hurried jaunty wading through the crowds, and we found the subway home.

 

The Ideal Life

Breakfast: 2 eggs, fried, 2 sausage links, 2 crawfish cakes, remoulade sauce a must, home fries, 1/2 broiled grapefruit, coffee, orange juice and some combination of the following on the jukebox: Johnny Cash, T-Bone Walker, Muddy Waters.

Well, it's cereal, coffee and the James Gang for me instead today.  But hey, we've got a show tonight and it will be magnificent.  Really? Really!  Ok, so come on out.  

Oh No! and the Tiger Pit at the Cameo Bar - Early Show!

8am show at the Cameo Bar with the Nouvellas, the Mess Arounds (not the Mess Me Ups, unfortunately, but a man can dream), and Daddy Long Legs.  Good lineup all around and all that for only $7.  What a deal!  

Cameo is located at 93 N. 6th St, between Barry and Wythe, in the heart of all that is good and bad about hipsters, Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY.  L Train to Bedford and then it's walking time, down one block and west 1.5 blocks.  Not too bad, but a little exercise will do you good.  Ok, see you out.  I hope.

Support Public Radio

http://www.wnyc.org/splash.html

I listen, I like, I support.  You should too.  

odds and ends

I hate our MySpace page (www.myspace.com/ohnoandthetigerpit).  We've enlisted Frances as our latest person to help clean it up and make it look less like shit.  I did some minor work on it tonight and got rid of the gawd awful background picture and tightened up the spacing, but I still think the whole thing is an eyesore.  I want a cleaner look for it, even though we're a messy band.  

Speaking of bands (what a segue!), I keep listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival and I keep thinking that they're actually really great and don't get nearly enough credit for being a band that played straightforward rock n roll and even pulled off an authentic Americana sound without being from the Midwest or the South.  Quick bit of trivia: Where were they from? Don't check the Internet, you cheater.

Looks like we won't have a Kobe-LeBron NBA Finals after all.  Does anyone want a Magic-Nuggets Finals?  Shit, I'm combining blogs here.

The other thing I'm listening to is the King of rock n roll.  Skinny, young Elvis and the rest of the Sun Records lineup.  Jesus, Carl Perkins, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis and Elvis all on the same label at the same time.   Yes, Jesus was on the Sun roster.  Had a great baritone voice and played a mean skiffle shuffle.

On the band front, yes, we actually still do stuff, sometimes stuff that's worth posting about.  Without giving away too much, it looks like we might bring back a couple of old songs for the show on June 6th at Cameo.  Look, I can't stress how good this show should be.  This is a good garage rock lineup and even if you don't like any other band, we play at 8, so that still leaves the rest of the night to do other things.  Yes, I'm giving the hard sell to like the 5 people that read this thing and would probably go to the show anyway.

boo-yah! New Oh No! short film

http://room5films.com/R5FOHNO.html

Watch a beautifully made video courtesy our friends at Room 5 Films (Greg and Ramsey).   They did a fantastic job with this.  

things i currently like and dislike

Things I like:

- Free WiFi in Philly's airport.  This should be a standard thing.  

- The ending harmonic bit of Bob Dylan's "You're a Big Girl Now."

- Johnny Cash's "Give My Love to Rose" and "Send a Picture of Mother."  They're the exact same song, but with different lyrics.  

- SMiLE bootlegs.  Yeah, Brian came out with the real thing a couple years back, but if he had finished this and released it 1967, our opinion of the Beach Boys, pop music and the Beatles would have changed.  As it is, even in its unfinished form, it's brilliant, and Brian turned a pretty good album out of it in 2004 and even Smiley Smile is a good album, but it's hard to listen to those two albums without thinking about what could have been.

- Rural Minnesota in the spring.  10,000 lakes and I think I saw a good 1/8th of that amount driving up and down the state.

- The NBA Playoffs - They're faaaaaaaaaaaantastic.

Things I no like:

- Minneapolis/St. Paul International Airport.  Seriously, that two terminal business where you have to take the light rail to get between the two, it's just too much for me to handle in the early morning.  

- Early mornings.  I was up at 4:10 this morning.  Jesus.  Nothing good comes out of a 7:00a flight.

- Calexico.  Kinda boring.  I keep thinking I'll like them because it's supposed to be indie mariachi pop, but it's really just a big downer.  Most of the songs are slow and there's nothing really distinctive about the singer's voice.  I think it might be worse to have a completely non-distinctive voice than a bad one.  At least there's character in a bad voice.  For indie mariachi pop done right, I'll have to settle for Beirut's latest EP, March of the Zapotec.

Oh No! on Breakthruradio.com

I recently recorded an interview with DJ Latola from Breakthruradio.com in Gainesville, and it's now seeing the light of day. Click on the link below and enjoy. The interview is at the 57 minute mark, but the entire program is great. He's got music from Neutral Milk Hotel and Moto & Mouse among others in the program. If you don't know who Moto & Mouse is, get yourself over to the Arkain Records website and order some of it.

Here's the link to DJ Latola's program. Good stuff and he plays a couple of our songs, including a brand new demo.
http://www.breakthruradio.com/index.php?show=6709

My new favorite review ever

From http://radioflyerreview.blogspot.com/2009/03/live-beluga-hunters-oh-no-and-tiger-pit.html

"Oh No! And the Tiger Pit - Oh No! is a classic example of a band of excellent musicians trying a little too hard to be edgy. The band played all kinds of rock'n'roll but all with vocals that sounded alternately just like the Pixies' Charles Thompson and just like Pere Ubu's David Thomas. They topped this off with some ironic girl-group moments and random animal noises.

The band was enjoyable and very talented, but the whole thing had the feel of "let's be in a band that's really weird," not "we're genuinely crazy and are genuinely trying to express ourselves." The music was fun and well-played but it didn't make it to a deeper level than that. Oh No! are fine for a party, but in terms of enduring artistic merit, they are only a pale derivative of the bands they parrot."

Let the record show that everyone on that bill was "a talented musician," but we were clearly the worst band there that night. Well, he wasn't huge on Trouble & Strife's frontman either, but he liked the band.

There's worse things than getting compared to Pere Ubu and the Pixies, but I get the feeling the guy (or gal) didn't even really watch this show. He's right about one thing: we're not that deep. We're a "pale derivative" as opposed to those derivatives that are not pale. We parrot because we love. And random animal noises is a new one. I take it he's talking about the hoots and hollers during the surf song.

I don't think we're in a band that's really weird. We're in a rock band. What's weird about that? I also don't think "we're geniunely crazy or genuinely trying to express ourselves." For Christ sakes, we're not a fucking emo band. That's not the point. And there's nothing really crazy about us. We have fun on stage. You want crazy? Watch old tapes of Iggy or something.

Gang of Three

We played a show for about 9 people as a power trio on Friday night. Mostly covers and some oldies, including the first NY performance of You Know What I Mean. Except that I fucked that one up. Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo-Doo, Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo-doo-doo-doo. Simple enough, except I never played that part ever and forgot it was in the song until we got to it and I had to make something up. As ugly as it sounds.

The rest of the set was actually pretty good. Ben held his own on the bass and the sound at Cameo was a lot better this time around. We played The First Time, Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance to the Radio, Trouble and Time Bomb High School along with the Surf song (Bunkerbuster), Handlebar, $1.23, Teenage Dance and the aforementioned You Know What I Mean. And it was all fairly tight, but again, this was with a huge handicap. We cut out the songs that had things like changes or subtlety.

Where did you go, Eric Gordon, a suddenly power trio turns their lonely ears to you? Whoo whoo whoo....

In other news...
Our web presence has expanded, albeit modestly. Added a ReverbNation profile, mostly because it links to Facebook and synchs with the MySpace profile, so I sort of backdoor linked a part of my Facebook profile with the band's MySpace profile. look, become a fan, and enjoy the four new songs that are up on that page. just go to my facebook profile and click on the band tab.

jason

The War on Denim

What's worse, the Wall Street Journal using an op-ed to rail against denim, calling it uncomfortable and unfashionable or George Will copying the exact same column and putting his name on it two weeks later?

today's depressing reflection on music trends

Today's depressing reflection on music trends comes to you courtesy Gizmodo: http://i.gizmodo.com/5215258/cool-album-art-and-packaging-records-cassettes-cds-then-nothing


I want the next album we put out to be on vinyl. I'm done with CDs. The cases suck and no one really listens to CDs anymore anyway. It'll be on iTunes because it's easy for everyone, but I think it might be worth the extra money and hassle to have it pressed on vinyl.

From last Saturday's Gainesville Show

The first 8 minutes of our Gainesville performance, courtesy of Breakthruradio.com and DJ Matt Latola.



Also, if you didn't see them on Saturday night, the Jameses were fucking awesome. Here's a bit of it, again courtesy of DJ Latola at Breakthruradio.com.

Heroes and Gainesvillians

Just got back into the normal work habit after spending the weekend (and then some) in that tiny little oasis in middle of North Florida that is Gainesville. We played a Holy Saturday show at the Atlantic with our good friends the Jameses and Oh Sanders. Keep your ears and eyes glued to Breakthruradio.com for an upcoming interview and perhaps some video of that show. I can't speak for the rest of the guys in the band, but it's always feels good and a little weird to be back in Gainesville. I see Gainesville now and I remember how it was 9 years ago, 7 years ago, 5 years ago, even 2 years ago. The place changes a lot for a small college town. In many ways, going back to Gainesville is like going back in time to a past where I could drink all day, get little sleep and try to do it all over again.

And then there's the driving and the trying to avoid driving drunk. These things don't come up in NYC. But again, we also don't have the windows down, the Beach Boys blasting through worn out speakers and the April sun baking our arms and faces in Brooklyn either. And there won't be any desire to lay out poolside for another few months up here. Honestly, for the first couple days, I wanted to stay longer, maybe for good. Then Sunday came, and the West Palm Beach James Gang and Brette Bretterson and The Jones all took over. Turn off the lights, the party's over. The day felt like a series of failed attempts at hanging out. Goodbye nostalgia, hello reality.

And so back in NYC, and we've got another show this Friday at the Cameo Bar in Williamsburg. I think the official name of the place is Cameo, but that sounds stupid. Cameo Bar has a nicer ring to it, sort of rolls off the tongue easier. Plus, when I'm telling Manhattanites the name of the place, adding the word "bar" makes me not have to describe the venue. So the show is an early one, 8pm, and we're opening up for a Spin Magazine Top 9 unknown band to watch at SXSW, the Littl'ans. I sort of want to see Paul and the Patients personally because the name has a lot of promise.

Here's the full lineup:

8:00pm Oh No and the Tiger Pit
9:00pm Hypernova
10:00pm Littl’ans
11:00pm Tall Tales
11:30pm Paul and The Patients

Cameo (Bar) is located in the back of the Lovin' Cup Cafe on N. 6th St in Williamsburg, between Berry and Wythe, just off the Bedford Ave stop on the automated wonder that is the L train.

Hope to see the 2 or 3 readers of this blog there.

jason

Is an oldie always necessarily a goodie?

Maybe so....

Ever wonder what a band does in their downtime?

No? Well, I don't care, you're getting it anyway.

wait, how did this get on the web!

Also, we like Oh Sanders. Come to the show in Gainesville on April 11th and maybe we'll do this again.

They do it better....

a new post!

A more substantive new post is coming soon and then more will follow.  Promise.  This will be more fun to read and less empty.  Cameo Bar show was fun and next up is Gainesville on April 11th.  I'd write more, but I have to head to the day job (boo).   Dunno if we should sign these entries since there's potentially four people writing this or if we should just let it seem like one voice with multiple styles.  eh.  guess the poster, I s'pose.

the obligatory Oh No! update

We got done playing an incredibly satisfying show at the Charleston. A lot of friends came out, including the entire population of Gainesville, and we booked the entire night of bands. Riff Raff was great and the Hey! are always a lot of fun. Chicken Whisker (Bennie Two Time's side project) had a couple moments of brilliance sandwiched between some fun silliness. Even got a call for an encore in their first show.

We're trying to record some time in the next month or two. We've got a Florida show in April and looking to get another one.

And that's what's up with us.

I'm increasingly listening to things that don't fit in with our sound. Started to get really into Brian Eno soundscape music, which means I'm only about 20 years behind the times, and I've been listening to a lot more jazz.

more later hopefully,

Enrique Schmerhorn