We finished two tracks last week for submission to an arts benefit event. The good news is that we finished the tracks. The better news is that they're available on myspace and just below. The best news is that we have been chosen to perform at the event I just mentioned. Hooray!
One Last Ride (Final Studio Cut)
Everyone On Her Side (Final Studio Cut)
One last bit of news: Alex is finally coming back, set to arrive in mid-March. He brings many good things, some of which I don't even know about yet. More to come.
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Saturday the 1st of March took us to the basement of one of the classroom buildings to entertain the participants of Fire Escape's 48-Hour Film Festival. Kudos on the work they all did, before I say anything else. There was a three-band lineup that ended up being much more impressive and enjoyable than that of last year's event, which featured UC Hardcore legends Fuck Your Face, Saturday Realism (in its first arrangement, without drums), and The Queensmen (who are actually quite good).
This year the One Dub Dirty Love Jazz Club played first, and they pretty much deliver a solid set without fail. Only issue was the lack of drunken audience, since they're used to playing at packed parties. The Names That Spell played afterwards and blew the socks off of everyone in the room. Their line-up featured Chase Staley on guitar and vocals, a keyboardist who occasionally piped in on sax, Staley the younger on bass, and get this: a Siamese drumset that included one bass drum, two toms, two rides, two hi-hats, two snares, and two drummers, arranged on either side of the shared bass drum. I've never seen that before, and I'm pretty sure nobody else in the room had either.
The Names That Spell played a double-length set that gave no cause for complaint, with Chase brandishing his delay- and tremolo-pedal wizardry in combination with a four-foot long rack of pedals by the drummer that comprised a loop station.
Saturday Realism finally went on, and we were thinking hard about how to follow up Chase's act. We chose the road of modesty and it worked well. We got through all our originals except the Instrumental Song, managed to fit in Where Is My Mind, and closed nicely with One Last Ride, which sounded especially sweet since we had two vocal microphones. At the end of the set I think everyone felt good even if catharsis had not occurred. You can't underestimate the value of a quick, solid set on a Saturday night.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
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