Friends,

We're finally in the midst of putting the finishing touches on this....We've got Russell Simins (John Spencer Blues Explosion, etc) meticulously mixing these 5 songs in Brooklyn right as we write this!

TRACKS:

1. Cheat On Your New Lover With Me

2. These Fleeting Moments

3. I'm My Own Doctor

4. (Do You Think We're Gonna End Up On) Skid Row?

5. I Am Fucking Crazy

The EP will come out on 12" vinyl and digital on WHITE NOISE, L.A. Record's exciting new label, putting us in the same trenches as Primal Scream, Blue Jungle, Audacity, Gangi, etc. Very limited 200-press CD run on our own TRU-VOW imprint!

http://playwhitenoise.com

http://www.myspace.com/russellsimins

xoxox

JW

Excuse any misspellings - my fingers are like a Daddy long-leg dying in the shower.

A particularly embarrassing evening, being denied entry at El Cid for being too intoxicated, trying to see The Watts Ensemble. At 6:16am I wake up in panic in Lauren's bed, listening to her and Katya speak in tongue about the night I missed. They suddenly go silent, as I wonder if they are still alive.
In a strategy to show them a lesson, I drain the bottle of wine with one sip missing down my arid throat.

THERE!

I teeter on another day of liquid amnesia, until I take the perfect drag of inspired smoke. I discipline myself to the coffee shop an order 3 shots of espresso, which at the time was a more a gesture of masochism than day-dreaming sobriety.

This sends me into the stratosphere coming out of my body feeling like my head could explode with any spoken word, so my thoughts go dangerously wild. I am irrational. Scared to death to walk into anyone, as I am afraid i will actually tell people what is on my mind, fearing any truth could create bottomless chasms on this silly solid ground. But I cannot reverse this momentum. Gravity is pushing me towards the dark abyss of absurdity.

I...

am...

going...

to...

clean the rehearsal space.

Walking through the threshold is akin to turning on the static channel on accident. Upon the first step of the camouflage - stained carpet, one is sure to notice the screaming girls behind the bar, where we place the PA moniters, in an effort to drown out their howling. They'll never make it passed that sturdy chain-link anyway. Any other step you will take you will feel at least 3-4 bottle caps under your sole, rusty tied-up guitar strings left there to create potential tripwires and interesting sound frequency jumbling (it's true!), and various one-time contents of our pockets...subway tickets, handbills, etc. A feeling of claustropbia emits as all those posters, flyers containing ex-bandmates that are staring at you weird start to close in on you for one last chance at retroactive retribution, joined by photos of other bands who's names you can't remember. They remember yours...

If you are feeling too woozy or cramped to stand, Katya has made a pleasant oasis for our guests or those of us that still haven't slept. Just 4-5 big steps up the ladder to our loft of luxury, where you will find a backseat of a VW bus she has made into a couch, alongside a arm's reach nightstand where you will find all the lollipops, chocolates, and sexual lubricant you could ever want. It is here where our guests can have a special view of the 10 of us at rehearsal, one hand on our instrument, and the other hand behind our backs, fingers mysteriously crossed.

I scold myself for wasting time getting sentimental. I finally begin in the corner where Josh and Fish stand where the biggest population of bottle caps happen to live. With each swift swipe of the broom, the caps don't move militanty along the thin ashy carpet like I hoped but instead are thrusted up into the air, doing defiant flips until they land back where they started, right on their feet. Admitting defeat, I get on my hands and knees, picking them up one by one, from one corner to the next, from Matt's Jameson tops to Hannah's Fat Tire caps, placing a knee accidently on one of Katya's Charles Shaw corks which almost rolls me to the floor in the splits. Final count of caps: 62. In addition to these barnacles of mordern living I find the follwing:

1. The CD of rough mixes I swore I had given to Tornado Jane, in which it's true whereabouts caused an undercurrent of trivial bickering that never quite seemed to end.

2. Katya's AIDS tests results (Negative, gentlemen!)

3. Assorted chunks of chalk, smeared into the the carpet, looking suspiciously like someone dropped their stash.

4. One large, ugly ceramic Medusa wall decoration, thankfully rejected from the "(Do You Think We're Gonna End Up On)Skid Row?" video shoot.

5. Glitter, every color of the rainbow, everywhere. It somehow ends up all over my face, lodged into my sprouting follicles.

6. Drumstick sawdust trying it's best to outdo the glitter, giving the room a real "old timey" feel (sneer...)

7. Katya's AIDS tests results, again! It has apparently grown legs too as this is the 2nd time I have thrown it away.

8. A mysterious, but heartwarmingly illiterate letter from a guy named "Big Dog", written from jail to what is most likely his sweetheart on the outside. Classic gossip of who beat up who, who's got it coming, and 'member the old times' reminiscing, all written with the flair if an tailcoat tugging 3-year old. I somehow hear his voice narrating as I read it, making things worse.

After gashing my finger into what I thought was a crumbled piece of paper but turned out to be a shard of fluorescent lighting, I decide to take a break, but still wasting no time, to frantically write a love song to my own trenchcoat. With the last word written, I raise my pen in hand high above my head before slamming it down into my journal with all my might, successfully stabbing through 10-15 sheets of paper, in an obviously declarative, symbolic gesture to let the world know I have just written the most important song of my career UNTIL I actually humbly re-read it the next day.

I somehow end up on all fours again, marveling on the endless, shimmering galaxies of glitterbits. I crawl into the bathroom, where I remember it looking like a riot took place a few days before. I erect myself to the sight of at least a 6-pack shattered on the floor in there, along with all our favorite trashcan - the actual floor behind the toilet! We tend to be a resourceful bunch, I admit. I move the broom around in an almost dancing motion from one side of the toilet to the other, excavating crumbled clumps of yellowed toilet paper, shooting my imagination to dangerous realms, wondering exactly which girl or guy's privates these have had the pleasure of rubbing up against, and the dripping pride involved in such an encounter to have left them on such glistening display!

I return to the main room, of what we sometimes refer to as "The Chapel" where we have spent our days and nights, now entering our terrible two's. I decide I am done cleaning for the day when I take one last look at that stubborn, unrepentant camouflage-stained carpet, and smile as I finally start to see my own face in it.
-Gabriel Hart,
Silverlake 2009

Folks​,​
Our extre​me apolo​gies to every​one that has pre-​order​ed or who has been impat​ientl​y waiti​ng for this!

Go to our website
http://jailweddings.net
for ordering info, under "merchandise".
Thanks!
JW's

We're about 3/4's of the way tracking for our debut full-length "Love Is Lawless". With the goal of recording 14 songs, we will be using 10-11 for the full-length and 3-4 other for an EP, the latter to come out first. Sessions have been held at Luke Tierney's Laurel Canyon hideaway and more recently at Sunset Lodge Studios with Chris Rakestraw at the helm. We ARE taking our own sweet time with this (being at it since June) to make the record a little more sweeping, cinematic...(not just isolated 2-3 minute blasts) employing strings, adding little soundtracky bits here and there (the album will start with our 30-second long overture-type thing "How Am I Alive?!") so you all watch the drool drippin' and be patient!


SONGS WE WILL BE RECORDING:

"Somebody Lonely" (new version)
"The Spell Has Lifted" (new version)
"Staring At The Stars"
"I'm My Own Doctor"
"Cheat On Your New Lover With Me"
"You Will Surrender"
"Tough Love"
"Blindtimes"
"These Fleeting Moments"
"Mutual Fools"
"The Impossible" (formerly referred to as "Untitled")
"I Am Fucking Crazy"
"How Am I Alive!?"
"(Do You Think We're Gonna End Up On) Skid Row?"

To the future,
JW's

HOW AM I STILL ALIVE!?!? (Hart)
The knives of sunlight disect my eyes
Such a cruel way to convince me to rise
On this day that should have never come
I've seen it all, yet I'm somehow suprised!
You can find the meaning of life in anybody's measly breath
So now I'm more mystified about the meaning of death
And how
Am I still
ALIVE!?!?!?!?!?!?


THE SPELL HAS LIFTED (Hart)
Where I once saw a magic city
Was just a mirage, fooled like many before me
It was a desert before, where nothing could grow
Except that big delusion we just won't let go

Arrived so wide eyed my face began to disappear
I wondered why I never tried that mask with the tear
So I became every single thing that I ever feared
Obsessed with the mirror, making sure I was still here

But the spell has lifted...

The kingdom's blood is dependant on a game
Where the foolish flood the gates for fleeting fame
But they'll never know they have the wrong last name
Now aren't you wondering why the hell you came?

And everytime I find my new favorite place
They tear it down in their infamous unsacred ways
And after they make sure it's history is erased
Everyone's dumbfounded by the scowl on my face

Well, the spell has lifted...

They invaded my street to make some bad movie
They used my building for the housing projects scene
Somebody got beat, then somebody screamed
Then I realized I was acting in their movie for free

And I was forced to play with people that I hate
Or sit in the shadows and wait and wait and wait
And one time I did, and I couldn't escape
And I started to believe that it was too late

But the spell has lifted....



YOU WILL SURRENDER(Hart)
This tightrope is made from the same string
You tied on me in order to bring
Luxuries I could not afford
And every single thankless reward
But darling, don't look so bored
And tell me you're still in love with me
And one day you'll surrender to me

Like a child sick of all it's toys
You've stopped responding to my voice
But I would have gone on forever
A trip down a pit for a feather
Cause I've always been much better
At defining eternity
And one day you'll surrender to me

I thought love would conquer all
Even when we hit the wall
But as I lifted up my feet to climb,
You glared at me, whispering
"This is the last time."

I kissed a stranger just to convince me
We've been severed permanently
But as I tried to pull her close
My hands, they just dropped and froze
Cause I felt like I was cheating
Our love to me is still bleeding
And one day you'll surrender to me...

I remember every single fine line in between
Contrasted against your own denial of everything
My heart is broken while the rest of me's somehow working...


PEOPLE LIKE US ARE EXTINCT (Hart)
I laugh how these streets turn back to tar, under heat
And try to swallow us with a taste for rare meat
The faceless crowd gathers to shout obscenities
As we're forever burned into their memories

And when they study our skulls
They'll realize we never blinked
People like us are extinct

The insecure mob grows as the forboding storm
Covering everything until it's one giant oppressive form
Crushed to the farthest corners we unzip our skin
In an attempt to show the wild mess within

And our lives will be cut short
But our legacy is distinct
People like us our extinct

The mosquito royalty
Will steal our identity
And claim it just fell out of a tree

And they get it wrong, always
But we're all gone, in a blaze
Of such storied, ever-fleeting glory

You can't embrace the abyss, babe
With out being born from it's brink
And people like us are extinct



WE WERE STARING AT THE STARS (Hart)
With how fast she switches gears
She must have had this planned all along
OH BRAVO! What a smooth transition
Overacting in some endless audition

But I knew true authenticity
Countless nights in her night terror wakes
Begging me to hold her close
This death-grip, one of the many forms our loving takes

And I alone know how you were meant to be known
Unafraid to have your skin chewed right off the bone
Yes, those were the nights
On the cliffs, looking up, afraid of heights

We were staring at the stars
While the ground crumbled beneath our feet

Is this how you prefer to be?
A bit counterfit, flaunting your vacancy
We dug deep for the holy
Perhaps that's why
You always came back to me

But now your wiping away your footprints
And it's only because you're dragging your feet
And these shallow impressions?
You won't need them to find me

The names on this city's will were ours
Until they read us the fine print beneath

And some men think they've had you pinned under some silly orange tree
But I've had you in a nurse suit
Deep in New Orleans
Where I made you scream true
Back when I made you scream clean

I'M MY OWN DOCTOR (Hart)
I'm my own doctor
And I know what to prescribe when I'm feeling blue
I'm my own doctor
Darling, can I be yours too?
Cause you know, I never keep well enough alone
When there's just too many good feelings to be felt
I'm no quack, so there is no cover to be blown
And I'm not doing this for my health
I'm my own doctor
And I'm taking all of my shots in the dark
I'm my own doctor
Doing everything I can to leave a mark
There's remedies that go beyond a human's healing touch
You'll forget you have any hands at all
Remember when we were scared?
Well, we won't care too much
When we willingly dissolve

Now, I'm my own doctor
I've lost all my patients!

TOUGH LOVE (Hart)
I knew we were so young when we made the deal to seal our fate
We'd live each day like it was our last and leave tomorrow to wait
Well, I kept my side of the pact but you paniked and locked our door
And I never had my lover be my mother before

So don't you give me your tough love
Don't try to turn something so sweet into a chore
Don't you give me your tough love
Becasuse this purple heart wouold never dream of declaring war

Just look what you have done, I've turned into your teenage son
Rebeling against my premature disciplinarian
But you're such a textbook case of guilt turning into rage
While I'm gently trying to turn your page

So don't you give me your tough love
I'm trying so hard to see past you crossing arms
Don't you give me your tough love
Just like the day I put my fist through my alarm

And now I'm going to live my life
Exactly like
When you first fell in love with me
I was an animal back then
Now when you pet my skin
You try to skin my hide off me!
So don't you give me no tough love...

SOMEBODY LONELY (Hart)
I'm gonna find somebody lonely tonight
I'm gonna look at them dead right into the eyes
They'll look at me scared
Before I will dare
To spill these guts about how it's been such a long time

Like a man on a meathook, I've been strung up and stripped
And with what's left of this flesh it's not liike me to give a stranger the first pick
But I've saved the last little bit of me just for you
Someone I don't even know but who's paralyzed by lonliness too

You're on your 8th gin and tonic, and you're almost passed out in that thing
And your wild blue eyes have started to cross like a Picasso painting
But I've seen beauty before, obscured by a storm that passes with some patience and guts
And I've had encounters just like this one before that ultimately ends with a kick in the nuts

But please don't be scared
It's like looking in a mirror
One you can always replace instead of going through the trouble to repair

(After the glass is smashed, I will disappear fast...)

THE HONEYMOON LOOP (Eagleson, Hart)
The night is young but always gets old quick
The wine has spilled as we prepare to lick
Our teardrops to gag our screams
But who knows where you'll be?
And it's sad this night is through...

But if there's one thing that's true
It's that we still love you
And if there's one thing that's nice
We should all just close our eyes

Like curtains always save a shaky stage

We've all made a very special noose
Around our necks, but we've luckily kept it loose
To cheat death of this beautiful thing
But still continue to swing
Don't let our mess get in the way of our obsession
We will solemnly swear to pay magnifying glass attention
And it's not so bad to walk on tightropes, going in every direction but the end...

BLINDTIMES (Hart)
Wide awake in blindtimes
With our arms oustretched in vain
Howling in blindtimes
Screaming down the opposite lane
Oh these are blindtimes
So we're all wearing shades
Bring on the blindtimes
Before the memory fades
So easy to bear the blindtimes
When you know
When you know
You'll never see again

Blindspots in blindtimes
Seem to remain like a stain
Proud, lost in blindtimes
Sight shorted by sideways rain
Alive in blindtimes
Who needs eyes in their face?
I'm stickin' out my tongue
Parading all my bad taste
And somewhere in all these blindtimes
There's a secret shortcut to heaven

And against our better judgement
We chose to walk a crooked path
And the second you don't just love it
Is the second you feel it's wrath
Just gaze into these blind eyes
And you'll see they're bottomless
Backstroking in these blindtimes
I
Will
See
You
In the deep end...

THESE FLEETING MOMENTS (Hart)
You don't look at me
The way you used to look at me
What the hell are we living for, dear?
Just to create new memories?!?
These fleeting moments we share
Always escape from me

Like A Bullet from a cold gun
Penetrating a warm body
Just consider the source I was born from
You'll know that there's no stopping me
From these fleeting moments, beware
Of trying to take them from me

In these moments there's no second to save
They drip past our hands and go right down the drain
Suspend every word I say
While I derail this train.

Moments of reflection
Show me what I don't want to see
The face of such a boiling brooding
When all I want to do is freeze
These fleeting moments don't care
About our epiphanies...

CHEAT ON YOUR NEW LOVER WITH ME (Hart)
Remember how easy it was to break somebody's heart to be with me?
And remember how simple it was to make me cry like a baby
When you left me for another...

I know the world's my oyster now but I have such a hard time escaping
The thought of you as the pearl
Oh all the other girl's are just cunts
And you owe it to me just this once...

Cheat on your new lover with me.

And now I get to run around town, looking just as sharp as a knife
While you have decided to put a lid on your own life
In the form of a walking fraud

And I want to open you back up babe, anyway I can for old time's sake
And I'll let you run right back there, half-naked for him to see
Then I will disappear, just like God

Cheat on your new lover with me...

UNTITLED (Hart)
I thought that I knew torture 'till
It made a wishbone of my will
It was so sly and slow-burning
Oh my God, what is happening?!?!

That dizzy familiar feeling
I thought I'd never feel again
And she's standing right beside me
But I'm not supposed to do anything....

Where her bad reputation lies
I saw a softness in her eyes
I know it's a sight she's saved just for me
Those times we snuck off into the night

And now my heart's so full
And I'm trying to deny it all
But it started with her in the hospital
When I just couldn't do anything...

It's so impossible
Now not to want this girl
The stupidest thing in the world
When two lovers can't show their true feelings....

(Do You Think We're Gonna End Up In) SKID ROW? (Hart)
Well I'm sorry I punched that hole in the wall
But the landlord raised the rent
And that's just fine cause drinking cheap wine
Is the way we'll deal with it

Do you ever think, dear
What's the difference between us and the bums!?!
We're all self-medicating and living off of crumbs!!!
Nothing will ever chance the way I love you so
But do you think we're gonna end up in Skid Row?

One day they decided our shithole could be
Too good for us
They want to kick us out so they can finally
Fix it all up

One foot in the grave, babe
The other tappin' to the beat
And what's left of us gets left out in the street
Until Hell itself, where are we supposed to go?
I hear there's free rent down in Skid Row...

CONSPIRACY IN YOUR EYES(Hart)
There's two spiral staircases I'm teetering down
Your eyesockets I'm trying to get to the bottom of
The stare that goes nowhere but makes my stomach drop
Down a hundred likely stories, aimed straight for my gut

And what a perfect time!
All my insides past their prime
The air is so thick but it's clear for once outside
I wish I could say the same for your mind

There's a heaviness in the air tonight
From the conspiracy in your eyes

I used to know you like I knew every hole in the wall
But I'm a man I'm not a mouse and you're a cryptic babydoll
Your image starts to fade, you're an eternal sillhouette
And nothing is revealed except you eyes becoming wet

And my mouth's been so dry
But I'm not thirsty for a lie
If only tears could leak inside
But you just can't make a cold statue cry

DISCARDED ARMS(Hart)
Just take a look at these discarded arms
Too weak to strangle, or to even strum
I've been left with the taste of my own careless haste
And if you think I;ve abused the moon
Just see what happens to the sun
When I draught those fertile fields
Making your skin easy to peel
When I condemn it as a lyer
That coward ball of fire will hide again

There's a black hole between these discarded arms
They stole the work from God
The fires and the flood
But now their work is done
And they're waiting for YOU dear
To hold you now
Oblivious
In blissfull ignorance
To the beating death drums
Echoing on and on...

And as night falls like an anvil on our heads
I vow to never rest till it swallows up the West
We're two bitter pills that could never be refilled
But the night's holding me under it's tongue...

IT WAS NICE TO BE LOVED (Hart)
Don't try to look for anything I'm trying to prove
In the way I try to screw anything that moves
And don't try to say I've lost all my morals
When my path has always been so un-floral
And you've never taken one single step down it in my shoes

There was a time that was so bright it made a blinding glare
That was the time I somehow still had the guts to care
But you can't say I never had any love in me
When I'm empty from giving some to everybody
Instead of just one single woman on a double dare

But it was nice to be loved
And it'd be so nice to be loved once again

I cannot help it if my imagination won't lie
I cannot help if I'm the world's farthest gone guy
I entertain thoughts of bloody passion
Where everybody gets their very own ration
But I still walk home alone, cursing the sky!

It was nice to be loved, so then
It'd be nice to be loved once again...

WHAT DID YOU DO (WITH MY GUN)? (Hart)
Well it was here
And now it's gone
Things come and go
But this seems so wrong
These things don't just get up and walk away unless they're in their owners possession

I know you hated to look it in the face
But you hated it, even
In it's hiding place
And now I fear I should have never introduced you to my Mom

Don't you dare tell me it just disappeared to where all our stray socks go
I just want to know
What did you do with my gun?

Oh, and what nerve! To blame it on the gardeners again!?!?
How many times have I heard you blame it on all my naughty friends
Well I don't wanna call the cops
And I don't want to change the locks
Cause everybody knows the theif is always the one with the mop
Pretending they're well-meaning when they just got done cleaning
Every last trace of their own slime trail

And didn't I agree when you said it serves no purpose other than to kill?
But one day you will see I am a man of the highest strength of will
If you would so kind to disregard my kaleidoscope of vice
It just would be so nice
If I knew
What you did with my gun

And what did I say to you and the gun shop guy?
"NOW, WE WILL NEVER DIE!!!!!"


I AM FUCKING CRAZY (Hart)
This is my heart's confessional
It's better you know now than a year down the the road
That way you cannot say you were never told

Sit down, but don't get too comfortable
Just in case you want to sneak out the door
I've seen that reaction before

Cause I am crazy
I am fucking crazy
Now that you know, what are you gonna do?

I just can't be cared for enough
I just assume that's the way the rest of the world works
So I will kiss anyone until their lips hurt

There's always a price to fall in love
So be prepared to pay with your own sanity
That's how it always works with me

Cause I'm crazy
I am fucking crazy
Now that you know, what are you gonna do?

While it started with a kiss
It still remains such a risk
As the wounds of my past
Fall apart stitch by stitch
And my name in your little red book will turn up on your blacklist

If you want to save me, then maybe you're nuts
But I don't think that you've got the guts
To be crazy
I am fucking crazy
I wouldn't wish me on my worst enemy...


CRIME SCENE (Hart)
When you're thrown to the lions
Your skin must be tougher than their teeth
But when the gutter sticks out it's tongue
You just lap up it's drool in the street

Our own shadows are trouble enough
And we may never be redeemed

But does it have to be a....CRIME SCENE!?!?

There are no angels in this gang
You can't take us anywhere with out a leash
Vultures will squak mockingly
Should any of us have the bad taste to preach

But you turn us diamonds right back into coal
Everytime you play the fiend

Does it have to be a....

Someone's read too many comics or seen too many bad movies
Someone does not realize just how scary real life can be
And now this rebel has lost all his meaning

WHEN WE'RE TOGETHER (WE LET OURSELVES GO) (Hart)
We've known each other for so long
We've seen each other in so many other lover's arms
Now we reach for each other but away from what makes us whole
When we're together,,,

We make each other feel so immortal
So the closer we get
The quicker we get into trouble
Now you've got a black eye and I can't get off of the floor
When we're together...

We see in each other things that no one should know
Proving the world wrong
Through sex, wine, and song
That there's no tomorrow
While every resolution went right out the window
When we're together...

Remember how witty we were
When we actually tried?
Now we're just merely content to hide
Remember how pretty we were?
Exposing all our insides
Now I'm afraid the best part of us has died...

REMEMBER!!!

You were alone when I fell for your rogue spirit
I thought I would die if I could not possess all of it
Smothering each other's fire that once made us glow
When we're together
We let ourselves go

We're closing out the rest of the world!
As we just stay shivering in our dark corner!!!

I THOUGHT YOU WERE SOMEONE I KNEW (Hart)

Excuse me, but you have the same exact hair

Looking through me, with that same deer-in-headlights stare

But to make this mistake once

Should not warrant that kind of response

I was only reminiscing about the love I believe we shared

I just thought you were someone I knew

Won't you please pardon these open arms just hangin here

I just thought you were someone I knew

You know how they say everyone's got a lost identical twin?

Well this is not the first time I have seen hers again and again

But the biggest difference

Is the cold irreverence 

Frozen over every crevice of hers I liked to jump in

I just thought you were someone I knew

Talking to me like you're someone's rude secretary

When I thought you were someone I knew...

...and I knew it was you all along!

All these streets have sure changed 

But our weathered statue faces remain

But you..

You won't give me the time of day!

You head lived in my collarbone and my hands lived around your waist!

I just thought you were someone I knew

We took a trip to Hell and lived to tell it's secrets

I just thought you were someone I knew!

check it out...

http://www.swamplandzine.com/Interviews/JailWedding.html

PREVIEW:
http://larecord.com/prevs/2008/02/24/sun-feb-24-jail-weddings-alexs-bar/

REVIEW:
http://larecord.com/revs/2008/02/26/sun-feb-24-jail-weddings-alexs-bar-2/

Cedric Bixler of MARS VOLTA has this to say:



"You guys are so good it is fucking retarded!!!"
-Warren Thomas, singer, Grand Elegance

"That was soooo....JUICY!!!"
-Marrek, JW producer

"Alright, I finally got it figured out...watching Jail Weddings is like tuning into a soap opera half-way through the season and trying to put all the pieces of the plot together!"
-Brett Shultz, singer/guitarist of Woman and Central City Transmission

OUT NOW!!!
JAIL WEDDINGS "Somebody Lonely" b/w "The Honeymoon Loop" debut 7" single! 2nd pressing on black vinyl, limited to 200!!!
(Red Wine/Revenge Records)

(More record collector nerd info: 2 slightly different covers, lyric sheets are actual trading cards of each of the 10 of us - with 200 records pressed theres 20 cards of each member randomly stuffed into each record - NO REQUESTS please. What you get is what you get...)

While you're all probably familiar with the A-side by now, the flipside "Honeymoon Loop" you'll recognize as the song we always close our set with... A sort of uplifting, air-clearing epic renewal of vows where Katya and Tornado Jane take center stage, sending us into an amnesiac transcendence from all our drunken drama, reminding us all to never "..let our mess get in the way of our obsessions..."

Singles are $6 (U.S.) or $7 (Elsewhere). Send well-conceiled cash or money order (no checks) to: Jail Weddings
c/o Gabriel Hart
1238 Commonwealth Ave.
Los Angeles, CA 90029

WE ALSO ACCEPT PAYPAL!!! (Pay Pal address is: scarecrowhart@hotmail.com
These songs will eventually be available on ITunes as well for all you that may swing that way.

The second single "The Spell Has Lifted" b/w "People Like Us (Are Extinct)" is set to be released by Canadian label New Romance For Kids (http://www.newromanceforkids.com) real quick here, late April/early May.

Since 2005, the folks at the L.A. RECORD have been putting L.A.-based bands like No Age, Lavender Diamond, Cold War Kids, etc. on their covers way before anyone outside of L.A. ever heard of them. Each free issue, which comes with a poster that doubles as the magazine's cover (featuring rock bands re-staging classic album covers), is filled with reviews, previews, band interviews and helpful nuggets for any L.A. indie rock nerd. In addition to putting out said publication, the L.A. RECORD kids run a local music store, curate monthly live events and do a radio show and hold day jobs. Not bad. We asked editor Chris Ziegler to tell us which up-and-coming L.A. bands we should keep an eye on. And he did!

MOONRATS: Post-punk trio with Nathan Thelen (Pretty Girls Make Graves) on guitar and songs that are sometimes catchy and sometimes creepy. Posed full-frontal naked and covered in blood for our cover, too.

BLANK BLUE: Os Mutantes experimentalism with Broadcast beats and reverb on everything from Low End Theory resident DJ Nobody and Niki Randa.

ABE VIGODA: The hardest-working -- they played every single week this summer -- and the most hilarious band in L.A. (Except maybe for Mika Miko, still interview champs.) Sing-song no wave that somehow mixes the Beach Boys with Mars.

MAGIC LANTERN: Awesome long-form Krautrock-ism from a Long Beach five-piece we've reviewed probably every time they've played. Destined for double-LP gatefold greatness.

HEALTH: They reinvented their own version of Beefheart's 'Zoothorn' and recorded their new debut full-length live during early mornings at the Smell. Nice guys off duty, rabid dogs onstage. Look for their record with Crystal Castles.

JAIL WEDDINGS: 'Death doo-wop' from a ten-piece revue: guitars, sax, and girls in glittery dresses. Gabe Hart sings like somebody on Sun and the band puts Phil Spector's wall of sound around X's Los Angeles.