Please contact us. We know you’re out there. We’ve seen you with your sweet lil’ eyeballs pasted to your cameras. We would love to have live photos or videos of us playing. Thank you. We love you.

Picture this: Two skinny white chicks on tour, driving a big ol' van full of wholesome things like Triscuits, copies of Guitar Player magazine, Eddie Van Halen's biography, vitamins, and dumbells for pumpin' iron. Enter the Sacramento police department, chompin' at the bit for a road rager with a gun. Police see Bertha (our beloved van) and  me driving her (apparently I somehow fit the description of a psychotic road rager). The police (about 6 of them) then attempt to apprehend L & me at gunpoint while screaming orders at us. They made me stick my hands out the window to open the door from the outside (which didn't work for some reason--luckily they didn't shoot at me when I had to reach inside to open the door). Then I had to back up to them with my hands in the air, and then kneel down so they could handcuff me from behind with a gun pointed at my head. Then they search me and throw me into the back of their car. Then, they're yelling at L, "Get the fuck out of the car asshole!" with rifles pointed. Follow same process for her, and throwing her into a separate car. Well, they quickly realized they had the wrong people after searching through ol' Bertha (they sadly missed the only non-wholesome thing in our possession--a dildo that we keep w/ us for harassing truckers on the road), and appologized. I think they felt bad for scaring the shit out of us. Fortunately we hadn't yet changed our name so that I could savor the look on the cop's face when he asked us what our band was called. Unfortunately, I'm sure they never found the person they were looking for since they wasted all their time on us. Sadly, we didn't make it to our L.A. show due to the delay, but we did get a great story in the process. The scary thing about the whole ordeal is that my head was immediately full of all the stories I'd heard about cops mistakenly shooting someone, whether it was a person they thought had a gun or someone who didn't respond to their orders in the right way. I know that in the haste and intensity of their guns and screaming and not being able to hear everything that was going on, it would've been easy for me to make a false move without even realizing that's what I was doing. All in all, I've always had good experiences with the cops. They've usually been helpful and considerate in all my interactions with them. I can appreciate the work they do, and am aware of the intense stress they must deal with on a regular basis. That still doesn't change the fact though that in the end, cops are basically big testosterone-filled walking penises ready to shoot their guns.

LKN is currently finishing mixing songs we recorded w/ Radio Sloan several months ago. So far, it is the most accurate recording of us to date. It is magical (and should be accompanied by a laser light show). Recording in Radio's enchanted basement studio was dreamy, inspiring, and one of the funnest things we've done as a band. Not only did I get to play through her amazing huge fucking-loud Orange rig and vintage tube combo (which created the best tones I have ever played on a guitar--if only I could recreate that level of sonic superiority live), but LKN got to play in an amazing sounding drum room built by Radio and Jen. Radio used rad micing techniques that were new to us, thereby obtaining an incredible sound from the drums. How lucky we are to have a recording that already sounds awesome, pre-tweaking.

It's so cool to record like this. As a band, what we create comes out of the environment surrounding us, our mood, and cosmic energy. What we do live (and on record) is a product of how we feel in the moment; whether we're stoked or frustrated, connected or disconnected. When we can hear ourselves (and the full range of sonic tonality), we can go to places we haven't been before and hear things that have never before existed in ourselves.

We're grateful for the chance we've been given to express our musical ideas. Hopefully, others can enjoy it as much as we have.