i'm about fucking done with all this... and if i have to endure another emo wanna be top 40 cover band i'm gonna fucking murder somebody! chain wallets, vests without shirts, and fucking 80's punk rock wig haircuts do not make your music worth a shit. furthermore, rhyming pain and rain is against the fucking rules... check the handbook douche!

the mix is quite nice!

so, i have some issues, and i'm a horrible drunk. rage + jager = asshole!

i sincerely can't believe i still have friends sometimes.

on that note...

thank you to the people who tolerate my tumultuous, idiotic, roller coaster joyride i call me. especially when i've been hitting the sauce.

i guess that makes this day one on the long road to recovery.

j

some reviews we found of us written by the dallas observer's music writer:

House of Blues's Local Music Showcase
Saturday, Jan. 10, at the House of Blue
John Lewis Band, Egress, Fatty Lumpkin and Spivey are playing. Saw Spivey once and hated it. The others? I can't say much about them. But congrats to them all for landing a gig that will forever remain on their press kits. This is your high risk/high reward option for the weekend, folks.
From : Jan 9 2009 by:Pete Freedman


This is from Feb 14th, 2008:
Closer to home and later in the night, I saw Spivey at The Cavern. Maybe I woulda been more into this electro-jam duo with Roger Clyne-meets-Bono vocals if it were playing to a bigger crowd (there was next to no one at The Cavern; it was like a private show), but I just wasn't really feeling it. I give them tons of credit for the fact that they played a reported three-hour set, but while listening to them, I couldn't shake this image from my head. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I guess. -- Pete Freedman

kisses, pete!
everyone knows that once they're on your radar they're practically famous!
j



P.S. It's funny how he went from being not too into it in Feb. 08 to hating us in Jan. 09.
We have that effect on people. Kisses, Pete!
RS

perspective
it's a strange and interesting thing being a musician
not like a jack-of-all-trades cat who jams with anyone, and has played 'brown eyed girl' seven thousand times to throngs of fickle drunks. not like a genre poaching may-be who's attire and coiffure speaks louder than their soul. not like i have no one who cares and nothing better to do let's piss in bottles while laying waste to the countryside in our wretched old van that granny parked two decades ago. not that i hate those examples.
but that's not who we are.
perhaps a bit awkward in our own skin and star struck on occasion. perhaps naive and reaching for the closest definition of success we can muster from our experiences. perhaps jaded and too old and tired for the same routine.
but do i believe in the sounds we conjure? the answer is always an emphatic, "yes!"
do i think it takes more than blind luck and superficial posturing to achieve the bliss and awe those sounds inspire? again, "yes!"
am i willing to sacrifice what's easy and instantaneous for the less glorified path of hard work and even harder proving grounds that often sap your energy and confidence to the extent that you wonder why you ever sought this strange life? you know the answer...
my studies of music did not occur within the hallowed walls of some esteemed institution. i carry no paper or proper credit for the love in my heart. i have taken many natural and chemical derivatives that enhanced my enjoyment of music, and altered my perceptions of truth and value.
i am now and have always been dazzled by rhythm and melody. it is here that i find what becomes the complementary structure behind the skeletal musings presented to me by ryan. it is there that i find release beyond what i've conjured alone for many years prior. it is in becoming and facilitating the expression of my friend's ideas that i am... happy.
happiness, fickle in its very existence and definition. yet tangible night after night in dark and lonely venues where the only face i recognize is across the stage from me pouring what's left of his heart into stranger's ears while i orchestrate dynamic undertones. the same face that will share a smoke with me after the gear's been packed and we're back on the road saying, "good show tonight man".
perspective
when it's all said and done. when i've spit my last, bitter, angry reduction back at the landscape that greeted me, not with cushiony bosom, but barren, wind-swept planes. i will rest soundly knowing that i created honestly and unwaveringly a sound that i adore.
j

we have the greatest friends, fans, and family anyone could ask for! amazing turn out, amazing response and energy! we couldn't hope for a better way to begin a new year! thank you so much to the staff @ HOB... absolutely on-point, low-maintenance, down-to-earth professionals! you guys have it sewn up, and we'll be hard pressed to find any operation that runs as smoothly for the rest of our career. no lie, truly a pleasure! thanks to Fatty Lumkpkin, Egress, and especially John Lewis and the band for letting us be a part of such an amazing night! shouts to my family! super shouts to jonah william for all his break dancing moves and awesome knee slides!! i love you the most little man! great times! happy new year! hope to see everyone again @ the ginger man on valentine's day. holla holla holla, j

we've been recording shows for a little over a month now using a handheld digital recorder with a stereo drop from our mixer. pretty lo-fi, but the results so far are squeaky clean! keep an eye out as we'll be making these tracks available to purchase in the coming weeks through snocap, and probably iTunes.
much love and happy new year!
j

turns out great times in the uptown area!
thank you so much to the friends who came to support
special shouts to arthur and abby... what a GREAT surprise!
new folks, old folks
what a time!
thanks again to the older gentleman who felt compelled to bring the negative.
i won't presume to know what motivated you, but good on ya sir!
i'll see you next time, and i still liked your tie

love to the lovers
goodnight
j
ps...
shouts to randy and marissa pickford and jen!