Dear Poseidon (and friends),



Friday night will be the last Physics of Meaning show for a while.



This marks the end of an almost 2-month-long tour and I'm moving to LA

and we're starting work on a new record, which all adds up to no more

shows for a while (this boat is real).



Please tell you friends and your friends' friends.  We're gonna do it

right on Friday night at the Duke Coffeehouse.



www.duke.edu/web/coffeehouse



show starts at 9:30pm, we play 3rd, aka 11:15 or 11:30pm-ish.  I

believe (and hope) that DJ Sammy will be on the 1's and 2's in between

bands and afterward for our dancing pleasure.



All the best,

Daniel

www.myspace.com/..thephysicsofmeaning

Hi Friends,

Apologies for the tardiness of this message, but we've been staying in Hectic-town for the past month, touring the US.

We just started another little tour on our way down to SXSW and I want to make sure everyone knows about the best music that's ever been made by anyone ever (except Oasis and O.A.R.), so please spread the word.  This includes our last local show for a while (happening March 27th), as we're taking a break to focus on material for a new record.

3/15:  Nashville, TN - 9pm
@ the 5 Spot (1006 Forrest Ave.)

3/16:  Hot Springs, AR - 7pm
@ Arkansas School for Math, Science and the Arts

3/17:  Dallas, TX - 7pm
@ Ariel's House (4216 Glenwood)

South By Southwest Music Festival in Austin, TX -

3/19:  A Blog and A Band day party - 3pm
@ Club Primos  (1700 E 6th St)

3/20:  The Cash Moneyapolis day party - 2pm
@ Irongate Lounge (1111 E 6th St.)

3/20:  The North Cackalack Strikes Back! day party, 5pm
@ Casa de Seth (1705 Valeria St.)

3/21:  Hometapes' Friend Island party - 5pm
301 Chicon St. [at E. 3rd St.]

3/21:  Green Room SXSW Showcase - 9:30pm
@ Lambert's Downtown Barbeque (401 W 2nd St)

3/22:  Dallas, TX - 9:30pm
@ City Tavern (1402 Main St.)

3/24:  Jackson, MS - 9pm
@ 121 Studios (121 Millsaps Ave.)

3/26:  Charlotte, NC - 9pm
@ The Milestone (3400 Tuckaseegee Rd.)

3/27:  Durham, NC - 9:30pm
@ Duke Coffeehouse
www.duke.edu/web/coffeehouse

Hey Folks,

We've had a venue change for our LA show on Friday.  The show is now happening at Temporary Spaces at the corner of Fountain and Normandie.  We're very excited about this change, the space is great and there will be DJs after us playing very danceable music.  Right now it looks like we go on at 10:30pm, with The One AM Radio playing before us at 9:30pm.  Please spread the word.

Thanks,
Daniel and Physics

 Into Texas we go! Texas concludes "family week" but that isn't
until next time. First, we have to go to Austin!

    I really love Austin. For starters, one of our collective favorite
people in the entire, wide world lives in Austin. Liz Stephens let's

us ransack her tiny house every time we come through. She cooks,
let's us show her filth on the internet, let's dylan drink beer in her
shower....it's a great time. We have a fabulous time. And Austin is

a great town for music, as everyone knows. Our shows have been
kinda hit or miss there, as there is a bouquet of amazing shows
every single night, so it's hard to get the city's attention. Despite
that, we always have a great time. This time, we were playing a

place we haven't been to before called "hole in the wall" that apparently
has been an institution in Austin for quite some time.  Anyways,
we set up on the tiny stage to a mostly empty room, and then, just

before we played...it was full. Pretty bizarre, but we'll take it! We
even had a huge, crazy homeless guy dance like velma from A Pup
Named Scooby Doo (you remember) to one of our songs. It was
a great surprise that gave way to a great night in one of our favorite

towns. Yes!

      Friday, we headed down to our little secret. We have been visiting
the city of McAllen for our last 4 tours, and I swear to god, it never, ever
fails to impress. Our shows are promoted by a group there called MMM,

spearheaded by a young friend of our's named Luke. This show was held
at a place called "The Incubator" which is a community center that holds
shows and houses artists and encourages the growth of an arts community

in McAllen. Totally, totally awesome. Our show was opened up by a couple
of local acts who were both really great, especially our friends Incohero.

       During the first two acts, I made several trips to the food table, because

A) we hadn't eaten and B) they had freakin' pastel wedding mints. MY FUCKING
FAVORITE. So I kept going back, and the ladies there thought it was funny, how
 excited I was. They finally gave me a drinking cup full, so that I could have

some during the show. Our show was a 2-set "evening with" situation, so
after the first set, like always, I went to sell merch and meet people. That's
my favorite part of every show. So, sometime between that and set two, I

lost my mints. A few songs into the next set, I said something about how
everyone should go get some because they're delicious, and the ladies came
and presented me with FOUR FUCKING POUNDS OF THEM. I felt like I was

getting the key to the city.

     All in all, this show was just amazing. Amazing. There was a couple at
the show who met eachother at our first McAllen show, got married, and
are now expecting their first child. ALL OF THIS, WE FIND OUT THE DAY

BEFORE VALENTINES DAY. It was pure magic.

     After the show, we stayed with our wonderful, usual hosts (Luke's cousin
and family) who made us a feast (and even made scones for us the next
morning.....gawd...awesome). I love McAllen and cannot wait to return. I

love it more every time.

ww

  Tour provides me with a great many things, not the least of
which being multiple visits with my Father in Louisiana every
year. And my gentlebro's love him. And my dad, he loves them
right back. Especially Dylan. He told Dylan this time "you aren't

my son.....but you're close."  My dad is right ,because Dyllie and
I are two chewbaccas cut from the same ilk. At any rate, no matter
what, I love this band for giving me so much extra time with
him. I also really like it when my dad calls my friends


      Our show in Baton Rouge this time doubled as a birthday
party for our superbro Tripp Cox, who puts our shows in Red
Stick on, and also is a North Carolinian and all-together true
badass. The show went really, really well. We played with Field

Day again, who have redeveloped their sound and are now
COMPLETELY amazing. I am a fan of their's on facebook, and I
recommend that you become the same. Also, the lads and ladies
of Baton Rouge were looking SUPERFINE. Normally, it's Austin,

Provo, and Los Angeles that bring out the hot guns on all fronts,
but Baton Rouge certainly made a place for itself this time. Bravo.
On top of that, everyone, despite the crowded bar setting, was
very respectful and attentive, even when we were quiet and delicate.

That means a lot to us.

     If you've followed this blog, you know that our last stop in
New Orleans almost ended up with Dylan and I dying after the
show in a hail of madness and adventure. Well, you can't have

so much fun everytime. This time, we returned to the circle bar
to find yet another kind and respectful audience in one of our
very favorite places to play.....and then this other guy. We predicted
before the show that this guy was "most likely to get punched out

before the end of the night" based on his alcohol-driven disregard
for anyone else in the room. Really, fuck this guy. 

       So, right in the middle of "Oregon, My Only True Friend" this
guy starts going "rrrrararararararararaaa" from the other room,

like some kind of retarded weedeater. So, when we finished playing
that song, I told a story about Tuscaloosa, and how we aren't stranger
to loud idiots during our quiet moments. To which he replied "deal

with it, there are rednecks over here, play some Free Bird"....in
real life. He said it in real life. And so we played our Bjork cover, which
we were going to play anyways, but the timing seemed comedic.

Anyways, after the show, this guy comes up to Wylie, who wasn't feeling
too good anyways, and says "I'm not a queer, but you're cute. Relax." and
then slaps Wylie's ass. UGH. And then, he starts yelling at me for

not finishing the nasty rum punch that I ordered because it was free.

Fuck you. I know you won't read this, but eat a bottomless bag of dicks, sir.

      So, we didn't end our night as spectacularly as last time, but

we did meet some wonderful people and have a great time for the
most part, and we found out that the poor guy had just been released
from jail, so he was probably drinking off some really bad memories,
Sorry guy. Stop being an asshole...but sorry.


    We finished our awesome visit with my dad and headed west, towards
Texas, which promised us an awesome week with more amazing people
who we love.

rararara,

ww

        Having played a few Senryu shows in my hometown of Rockwood, TN, I
could totally understand Wylie's excitement, as we made our way from the
Northern Carolina into the one with the Palmetto on the license plates. I

know what it's like to carry something home that you're proud of, and so
I totally understood. He wasn't alone, as we had all heard our share of tales
about his up-growing in Easley, SC.

       We had to rent a PA, as the place that we were scheduled to play doesn't

usually have bands. I thought this was kind of charming. For a bit, it felt like
a glimpse of what it'd have been like if we four played in a band together as
teenagers, trying to piece together the resources to make the show work. Obviously,

that isn't what we're used to, which made it all the more fun. We picked up the
PA from a little local music store, not unlike the one where I took guitar lessons
(what few lessons I could stand) back home. And just like back then, I couldn't

keep myself from playing with all of the toys. (They had an electronic drumset that,
instead of making drum sounds, made the sounds of someone BEATBOXING. I probably
could've stayed all day. Like anyone who knows me will attest to...once I think

something is funny, I will keep at it until it is completely dead. I call it "the
death roll"). There wasn't enough room in the van for passengers AND PA, so we
just offered to walk across the street and let Daniel drive the van to the venue.


     What we didn't take into consideration was that this was an EXTREMELY busy
4-lane with a turning lane across the middle. So, we were, essentially, stuck.
That's when Wylie, resourceful as he is, figured out a way. Wylie walked over

to this Cowboy who was in front of the music store and spoke with him for a
couple of seconds, then returned to us with good news! "He's going to take us
to the venue!" said Wylie. This sounded good to me. Historically, I am a fiercely

nervous passenger, especially with strangers, but it wasn't far. I'll just put
on my seatbelt and think about something else. This will be quick and not scary.


"I'd let you sit in the cab with me, but there's no room!"


    And a few moments later, I felt like we had really, truly arrived in Easley.
On a busy highway, in the middle of the day, there we were. Among shovels and
tires and garbage and other various cowboy refuse we sat. Despite how short the 

trip was, it felt to me like an awfully long fucking time. And I get sweaty fast.
Dylan knows how much I am afraid of stuff, so he reached over and patted my leg.

"Do not turn around. Just close your eyes. In 20seconds, we're either going to

be at the venue or dead. Nothing to worry about."

     I could see that we were amusing on Daniel's face, as we rolled up to Steddy's,
the biker bar (and grill?) that we were playing in a few hours, in the bed of a

giant truck driven by an antique cowboy. Now. Now we were there. We walked through
the door of the bar and 2 things caught my eye that really set the pace for the
evening.

1) A newspaper clipping on the wall. We had been on the front page of the paper!

2) A big sign that said "SUCK AND BLOW SHOTS"

     And shit just kept getting more and more real.

5pm drunk guy: What're yall gonna play? Bob Seger?
Wylie: No. We play our own songs.
5pm drunk guy: Nobody wants to hear that shit!


     And I would've said he was about 50% right. The bar staff kept charmingly
pointing out that Easley wasn't used to stuff like The Physics of Meaning, and
that people were just trying to soak it in. There were definately people there

who got it and were really enjoying it. But there were certainly those that, as
we were informed, were just not used to it. That when, during a break between
sets (they made us play THREE sets...we are too old for this) an angel walked

out of the middle distance and put his arm around me. I have never seen anyone
in my entire life who reminded me more, at their very essence, of Walter Sobchak.
I was just sitting at the bar one second, and the next, I could only hear his

voice:

    "Don't be discouraged" (i wasn't discouraged, but it's ok, sometimes I get
discouraged) "you're gonna make it. You guys are doing something....I don't know
...progressive. That's what I'd call it. Progressive. And it may seem like people

in here don't like it, but they do. These are good, open people who you guys probably
just caught off guard. Music like yours doesn't come to places like this." (i tell
him about the 5pm drunk guy) "You know what my father always said?" (no.)


"To hell with that son of a bitch."

     (I walk to our table, get a cd, and walk back and give it to Marty, my new
patron saint, and the instruct Daniel and Dylan to go talk to him, which they do,

and both return, like I did, with a renewed glow. Thank you, Marty.)

     Dan McCormack and Andres McCormack made the drive all the way from Knoxville
to be at this show, and brought friends out from Clemson. They even sang a song

with me during set 3. I cannot thank them enough. If you live in Knoxville and
don't know these guys, you're cheating yourself.

    We spent the rest of our time in Easley with Wylie's wonderful, wonderful,

amazing family. We left that place full of food and recharged.

     Our day in Athens was a return to orthodox touring. It was a pretty interesting
journey, though, to go from a place where NOBODY plays to a place that virtually every

band plays. We played at a really great place called Farm255. Aside from hosting shows
in their courtyard (between the 40watt and Caledonia Lounge), this place is a restaurant
that serves food that is grown on a local farm, and the staff works at both. They grow

the food during the day and then go and serve it at the restaurant at night. I'm sure
there are plenty of places like this, but it was new to me, so I loved it. And, aside
from the cool idea, it was absolutely delicious (try the pork belly).


     This show was a little "thrown together" and, due to a miscommunication, there was
a surprise opening band that nobody expected, all the way from Kansas. This reduced our
set time to 20min, which you'd think would hurt the delivery, but the compact version

of our show seemed to be just as good. We did great at the merch table and didn't even
have to get sweaty. It was a beautiful night, we played under a mostly full moon, and
then went to Jordan's house to watch ROYAL RUMBLE 1992!!!!!!!!!! Best night ever. Like

always, we punctuated our time in Athens with lunch at The Grit. I wish we could take
that place with us.

    So, on we go. To Tuscaloosa. And the fear of not only scary, drunk trash...
...no, that's it.



ww

Oh, carolina.

    After a week of mind-numbing silence and isolation in Chapel
Hill (because I had no car there and because most people go to
"jobs" or have "lives" that take place during the day. Not me) our

tour, unofficially titled "physics forever 2009" and officially
titled "by the power of dickskull" jumped into gear very abruptly.
And not a second too soon. Not that I don't relish an opportunity

to sit around and read amazing books and work on my music library
and write songs and sleep until 5pm and live in my pajamas...well,
actually, I guess it wasn't so bad.


TOUR HAS BEGUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!


       We kicked this bad boy off with a big hometown show, hosted
by our lovely and faithful record label, Trekky Records. We played
at The Nightlight in Chapel Hill. That place has really, truly come
a long way. The times that Senryu has played there, I found it to

be very little more than a big room full of books and a couple of
mean looking hipsters who wished that we weren't there. But now,
the books are gone and this place was relatively packed with the
finest looking chicks and dudes that the triangle has to offer.


        The opening band for this show was Albina Savoy, our old
friends from Greensboro. A.S. is a pretty great band, and much of
that is to the credit of their piano/accordion/singing-saw player
and occasional singer Crystal Dawn. If this girl ever goes off on

her own, she is going to be completely unstoppable. Hopefully, both
she and Albina Savoy will continue to grow and put on fabulous shows.

       We took over in the middle (AKA "the sweet spot"). For the

first time in a very, very long time, I was sorta nervous. We were
premiering new songs that we hadn't had much time to practice and
we just all in all hadn't gotten much of an opportunity to re-gel
with one another musically. Fortunately for us, the show's success

relied on our chemistry. And we may not have much going for us, but
we DEFINATELY have interpersonal chemistry, and I feel like it really
carried us through it, and in the end, led to a pretty satisfying
experience for us and for the fine folks who packed in to watch us.


       The show was wrapped up by our labelmates Lost In The Trees,
who put on a spectacular show with full-strings, brass, double-bells,
and a big bag of great songwriting and arranging. The show was really

breathtaking, and a perfect way to wrap up show 1.

       More than anything, I learned at this show that Martin Anderson
(from Trekky Records) brings the party and the funny like nobody's
business.


       I also heard a fierce debate over Greatful Dead vs. Patti Smith's
"Horses" for a Salvia adventure. Is that even an actual contest? I don't
think so, Ms. Smith.

        Thanks for making us feel at home, Chapel Hill.


       In step with show #1, our second outing of tour (the first official,
since we finally left the city behind and climbed into our beloved Van!) was
crowded and very positive in Greensboro (Dylan Thurston's hometown). We have

been trying for a couple of tours to get back to G'boro, unsuccessfully. Well,
it was well, well worth the wait. With the first night's cobwebs now out of
the way, we were quite prepared to mow the citizen's of the city down with

our mighty axe of white-hot adult contemporary pop music (for sissies).

       While I was setting up my things for this show, I couldn't keep from
over-hearing this dude talking to the door girl. He kept talking about her

bone struction, and how because he bones were put together nice she should
be his girlfriend, and how he couldn't cross his legs like her's were crossed
(implying that he has between regular-giant balls, which was doubtful). I

tried so hard to block it out, but it got worse and worse. So, dylan has set
up his bells and wind chimes, I have set up my Omnichord, when the same stupid
dude (who had been hitting on the doorgirl, but was now watching us set up our

instruments) leans over to me. Too close. He leans over, as surely as we are
setting up our delicate little operation, and he says "dude, are y'all metal?"


"Fuck you."     Whoops.


      I had been listening to him, secretly, already, and I had been building
up so much animosity for this ass-hat....it just seemed like the only thing to
say. DO YOU SEE THIS BELL KIT? DO YOU SEE OUR CUTE LITTLE OUTFITS?

FUCK NO, WE AREN'T METAL. It just slipped out, and I kinda felt bad, but I also
kind of felt like it was the right thing to say.

      Greensboro also marks the beginning of what we like to call "physics family

week." It's the BEST part of tour. This week, we stay with Dylan's parents, then
Wylie's parents in Easley SC, then my pop in Baton Rouge, and then Daniel's parents
in Dallas. There is no time on tour where we will eat better or get treated more

lovingly than this week. I wish our families lived at regular intervals on our path,
so that we had pockets of care throughout, but it does make for one badass way to
start such a long journey. Each family treats the entire band like we're their 4 sons.

It's just so, so, so nice. Dylan's mom and dad met us at the Greensboro show with
Subway sandwiches, chips, cookies, bottled waters and a BUNCH of their friends who
all came to make sure we were well admired. It was just awesome.


      As we were loading out, I noticed through the window of the bar next door that
there was a "two-dudes with acoustic guitars" act playing. I thought it might be worth
it to try and guess what they were playing before I approached. My guess was "Brown-eyed

girl".  Boy, was I ever wrong. I saw, before I could hear them, that one of the dudes
had a cup-holder on his mic-stand. Good idea, though it acted as a real red flag. Then,
I heard it. I only listened to a few seconds before I raced back inside to fetch the

other physicists.

   It was the chords to "wonderwall" by Oasis, but they were rapping the words
to "bring the noise" by Public Enemy. It was like GirlTalk, except that it was
the worst. The WORST.


 Dylan called them "2 dudes, 1 cup-holder".
 I laughed all the way home.


Away we go,

ww

 Hey everyone.

         If you have been keeping up with physics for the last
couple of years, you may have read some of my accounts
of our adventures. If not, I'm Wil Wright. I play the bass and

am the youngest (barely) and usually live in Knoxville TN
and don't ever drive the van because I drive like a mamaw.
Instead of driving, I try to keep an blog of the funny or interesting
things that happen to us along the way. Or at least the gross

things that happen to me....which are ample.

      This trip will deliver me into things that I don't like.....
Tuscaloosa, AL for example. And the desert. Ugh. But it's
a small price, as the trip will also deliver me into the arms

of my favorite people. My tour calendar revolves around the
folks that are waiting a few days away. Touring has stretched
my community all over the country, and these trips are the
only time I get to see almost any of it. It's an endless pleasure

to play a concert every day with physics, and those concerts
acting as a vehicle to land me in that arms of so many people
I love is amazing. Every day promises some celebration or
long-awaited reunion. Having that, non-stop, for 2 months is

pretty unreal and the sacrifices, be they massive or invisible,
are more than worth it. Every time. This tour comes to a grand
finale, too, with a big show in Knoxville and a trip to SxSW in
Austin! I can decide what to look forward to first.


      I am currently in Chapel Hil for 2 full-band rehearsals,
(last night's rehearsal found us digging through new songs that
I am fairly sure will blow at least 65% of the minds that we share
them with. The other 35%* are assholes who cannot be impressed).

Friday, we're off on our fororeverevertour. I'm really, really
excited about the show here in Chapel Hill. We're playing with
Lost In The Trees, who I like a whole lot but haven't ever seen, and

also with Albina Savoy, who I love! I imagine that it'll mean seeing
a ton of my triangular friends, too, which is too rare and always
so nice.

       These rehearsal days are long ones...today, I am at Dylan's

house, because he is nice enough to let me stay here while I am
in town for shows or rehearsal. I haven't got a car here, because
I don't like leaving my car unattended for 2months at somebody
who won't be home's house. That means these days are full of

self-entertainment. Today, I wrote a song called "I went through
all of your things (you're boring)".

      So, I hope you enjoy the stories. These tours never leave me
short on things to relay, good or bad. And please comment, so that

we can stay in touch as the band and I make our way around.

ready to begin,

ww


*it's never too late to change, even if your parents are assholes.

Dearest Readers,

Greetings from the River Charon.

What better way to start February than with a show?

A lovely show?

Yes, that's a better way.

That's why The Physics of Meaning is playing a lovely show this Thursday at Nightlight in Chapel Hill.  Jamz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This show also includes performances by our labelmates Lost in the Trees and our friends Albina Savoy, from Greensboro.  Double Jamz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This show also kicks off the Physics Forever Tour '09, which takes us around the US one more time throughout Feb. and March.   Godzilla's Underarm/Underwear Jamz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Albina at 9:30, Physics at 10:30, LITT at 11:30, all PM, no bull-hoogie-doogie!

This is our last tour before we hit the rehearse/record the new album phase of our life.  So come blow up some balloons with us one more time and please tell your friends to come see us play.  Tell your friends in Chicago.  Tell your friends in Provo.  And tell your friends in Awesometown*.

Until next we meet...Parting is such sweet sorrow...

*every Physics performance on this tour will be taking place in Awesometown

Dear friends,

I'm sorry for such short notice and I'm sorry to tell you that our Greensboro show that was supposed to happen tonight has been postponed.

The wonderful Kemp Stroble, who sets up all our Greensboro shows, is as busy as can be setting up Greensboro Fest, which happens next weekend, and he feels that we'll be able to put on a much better show together in Greensboro at the end of October/beginning of November. I trust his judgment.

I apologize to anyone who came to Square One tonight expecting to see us there. We'll be back as soon as possible.

All the best,
Daniel and Physics

We'll