New Mime Game EP out

So we recorded this song a few months ago.
Jared on drums
Martin and Damon on guitars
Dillon and Alex on vocals.
Recorded in Jeff Genglers basement and bedroom, by Jeff Gengler.
Didn't really finish it,,
all the way at least
but it just needs to be heard.
we won't release it on our next ep/lp (since jared played a big part in the song)
so we gon do it hurr

you heard it here first on 1000.1 CONT FM

So I hijackd the MySpace and threw up the songs I felt like hearing.  Give Ivy League a listen, the Feldmann version didn't do it justice...

Anyway. I got to hear one of the new songs last night and I can't begin to say how fucking awesome it was...Blew me away...My faith is restored (as Dillon will attest I am the consummate pessimist.)

There are great things to come.

since we have been more or less keeping to ourselves lately, ie not touring or releasing anything, i decided to assemble some noise we've made in the last month or two into a long mixtape style file. it's no overproduced album, or even produced anything, as you will find out. it's just fun, funny and maybe a little annoying.
you can download it, or stream it, as individual diddies, or one long beast.
hopefully there will be more to come. and soon.

ciao
martin



MIXTAPE 1

seriously my father got a hold of all our old tracks
and he has an asshole attitude to the moon and back
so he thinks it's ok to just fucking trash us on here
and put up new songs whenever he wants...

HAHA!@! just fuckin with ya pops.

thanks for helpin out with the myspace

hey everyone, tell happy camper what for, show him some love and maybe he'll run this damn thing for us

Have to mix up the songs again...

Spring Fever is getting out of hand....Time to get back on the road!! 

Tell us where we need to be!

The Dow falls, Niagara Falls, Sioux Falls now take a listen to how an Eraser falls...

Just another taste of the "non" produced Josephine...The Demo CD is on the way...It's Beautiful...

So the illness of complacency has hit us even harder than our normal mode of lame...

Still working on those Summer Demo CD's we promised months ago as well as working on new songs...

While you wait we posted an old New song from our collaboration with Feldmann a while back...

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Slow going. Today is one of those days where it takes a long time to get moving. It doesn't help that we have been in the van for damn near five hours now. The Gin Blossoms are holding it down audibly. The sound of the wind rushing past is most comforting to me. The sound of the open road.
I'm sitting in the back row of seats with Jared and Geoff. We are fresh on this leg of the tour; tonight will be our third show of the tour.
We drove through Austin earlier and saw the clock tower where a man with a sniper rifle took thirteen lives.
The clock that ticks away the time of our lives.
We are probably going to see the Alamo later. Last time I was there I saw Davey Crockett's ghost. Texas has a lot going on. A lot of history.
I am glad for where I am with my friends. I love them dearly. Jared told me earlier he thinks I'm passionate and that the world needs passion. I dug that. Still do.
Hey jealousy.
Tomorrow could we drive around this town and let the cops chase us around?
I'm always down for some commotion. For the first time in awhile, I am hot. It is snowing and freezing in Kansas. I must say, for the time being, I am happy to be in Texas.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Leaving Texas, headed to Nashville, TN. We didn't see the Alamo this time. The San Antonio show was some good hanging with our friends in Queen's Club and the Summer Setback. Wayne Fau was kind enough to shack us up again, and we watched "Wanted" which is that movie with Angelina Jolie and Morgan Freeman about assassins curving bullets. For the first time Texas gives me a strange feeling.
Geoff says he doesn't like our band anymore. That's what happens when you get too close to people. You see their bullshit. You see them for who they really are. I hope he's kidding. I could see not liking me out there on the road somewhere though.
Sadness follows me. I miss opportunities every day. I give myself a hollow smile on the inside and say, "maybe next time." Women who want to show me the world look at me with lustful eyes and smile and I am too afraid to take their ride to another world. We whisper sweetly in each other's ears from afar. We see who we really are sometimes out there on the road. Maybe we see that we are thieves or we are scorned. It's a scary thought that I could be ruining my life everyday and only thinking of the ways I could fix it.
Colby wants the music turned down. I remember this one time my dad made fun of me cause I was supposed to be the "rock star" and I was telling him to turn his music down. Maybe I'm not so cool pops, but you know I'm the shit. I'm your son.
I don't know what love means. We fool ourselves into thinking love is real. It's a real strong attraction. A real strong bond. But what's it mean in the end? I guess it could mean sleep. I have nothing left inside of my heart. My mind is also empty. Today I declare myself empty. I am asleep at the wheel. This provides an interesting theory: I am so empty I could be filled.
Every day I'm killing time until the forty-five minutes that I feel alive on stage. Jake Ryan knows what I'm talking about. Let's give it up for Queen's Club. Best band to tour with yet. I just wish it were a longer tour. We're getting along great. Dan is sort of sick. It is a shame we are not AC/DC. Back in Black. Anyway, we're having a great time.
Jake asked me what I do during the days. I told him the same thing. I kill time until I'm fully alive on stage. He said that should have been an interview question and answer and to remember it. So I did and here it is.
I always considered myself to be death from the time I was young. I held my step dad's hand at twelve years old, a couple days before my sister's tenth birthday. My family, which was my mother and my sister at the time, had been holding hands in my bedroom, crying, praying, giving it up to God. I walked downstairs to get some refreshment. Max's family, mother, daughter, son, others, were out in the back yard gabbing about bullshit like who would take the car and the big screen TV. They were back for it right after the funeral. I walked to his bedside and held his hand. I looked into his glossy eyes one last time and told him, "I love you." His last words had been about two weeks ago. He said, "Do your work." And I have never forgotten that. I knew what I had to do. I looked him in the eyes and said, "I love you," one last time and watched him say goodbye. He breathed out softly. The death rattle went away. He kissed my forehead through the air as I felt the room fill with presence. His God was near and so was mine. He left but he wasn't leaving. He was changing forms. His new shoes fit him so much better than this old world. I am still here learning what I am to do before I join him.
Right now I am in the van on a frozen road to Nashville. Listening to the Get Up Kids. "here's to all our vice, a secret double life, I'll sleep with one eye open, I'll maybe save my life."
I am trying hard to be the man that I am capable of being. I am full of my addictions and my vices galore. I have to do what I do and stop questioning the process. I am stumbling blindly into the night to find the light of happiness. I will see you never again. I will see you again.
And the demon said, with lush action in hand, "I am the luscious red of fiery passion. Salvation is a bastard, disowned by his God and flaunting at the feet of destruction." And God said nothing, cause he knew he didn't have to. Faith would prevail in his angels in time. And I said, "nine!"
Goodnight all. I'm off to bed. Off into the darkness to find sweet flesh to suck and fuck until her corpse lay dry, unusable. Goodnight all. Goodnight.
Edit: The roads are shitty. I think we are going to continue as long as we can. Traffic is stopped. I think there may be a wreck. We slid on a bridge. Truckers are fighting on the CB. "I don't care about my back, long as my dick still works." "You're on thin ice!" "Thin ice! Ha!"

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