It is currently cold and wet in NYC. Where does New York get off, delivering this sort of weather to we, who have just returned from California (which, sure, was sort of dismal, weather-wise, too, but in its own West Coast sort of way, which is to say that it was pretty damned pleasant, no matter what)? Keith grew up in Miami, and so has no tolerance for this cold weather nonsense. He has responded to this whole meteorological disaster by coming down with a ridiculous fever/sore throat deal. He has vowed to stay in bed with long underwear on until Michael drops by and tells him that its 85 degrees and sunny out again.
Although the show Tuesday night at the Luna Lounge was up to the usual WAS standards (i.e., better than any other show by any other band, ever), Keith, unconvinced that debilitating illness was enough of a handicap, managed to both break a string without having brought a replacement and to somehow trip on his guitar cord, thereby pulling his amplifier down atop him, a move that he tried to play off by then attacking the offending amp with his guitar. The club-goers were not fooled, though. Keith is a clumsy geek. Michael and Chris are currently conferring, trying to figure out how to kick him out of the band in the most painful way possible.
[a few hours later . . .]
Once again, the joke is on Keith. Mere hours after he wrote the previous post, the sun came up, and it turned out that it was an unimpeachably beautiful day in NYC. Can Keith not get even one good, sustained sulk in, for once? No, it turns out. He cannot. He will get out of bed now.
I would like to go ahead right now and just personally thank whomever is responsible for California, because they’ve really done quite a job, there. A nice state.
And, yeah, thanks to all of the folks who came out to the shows and made it well worth the trip. Holy sweet hell, that was something else, dubbed “the two best shows we’ve ever played” by 2/3’s of WAS, with the other 1/3 probably agreeing, but he wasn’t around while we two were gushing and swearing and practically french-kissing each other with joy over how much fun those shows were. We’re going to do all that we can to get back out there in the Spring, because we NEED that. So, let us know if you’ve got the sort of hook-ups we need to make that sort of thing happen. Also, let us know if you want to buy a house in Los Angeles and let us live in it, because we are ready to do that, like, tomorrow.
For everyone else who missed these SoCal shows – sorry. They were good. We’ll make it up to you.
Of note: we’ve recorded a new EP, “Bitching!,” which was originally to be sold only to the kids in LA, because they are so loyal and frenzied and full of heart, but now we’re thinking that just maybe every family in America is going to need one of these babies, and so, yeah, it will be available to everyone, starting: now. Come to shows, buy our new CD. It is so amazing, we cry every time we hear it. In a good way, though, the crying.
Oh, man – it is a positively Californian day in New York City. The sky is blue, there’s a cool, dry breeze coming off of the bay, and, best of all, the burrito trees are in full bloom, heavy with black beans and jack cheese and real guacamole. So, that’s nice.
And speaking of California: we’re going back. Just for a couple of days, sure, but that does not mean that there’s not going to be some truly Northridge-level seismic funk going on for those few days. Right now, all we can confirm is: The Motley, Claremont, Oct. 13th (Sunday), but there will be others. Especially if you help us out by letting us know if you or someone you know wants to help set something up, pronto. But we probably have it covered ourselves.
Word. I’m going to go outside and pick an enchilada off of the vine outside my window and dream of the west coast.
Some plugs for friends:
Last weekend, we took some band pictures with Laura Reinhard, who is just a real solid character and a mean taker of photos. Some of these photos shall be posted here before too long, and we think you’ll agree that they are as near-perfect a depiction of our enigmatic but powerful sexual air as is capable of being captured on film. If what you are looking for is good photo-taking, look no further than our friend. She has no website as of yet, but if you ask us nicely enough, we’ll slyly introduce you to Laura, who may or may not deign to point her lens in your direction. We recommend her not only because she delivers quality prints, but because she’ll let you choose the music during the shoot, and she owns The Chronic. Then, she’ll take you to a Jersey Diner, and you’ll all get sick on grilled cheese.
Also, last weekend, we played a real rip-roaring music festival thingie with our newish friends in Hula, and we have this to say of them: yeoooweeaaaiiiii!! They are that good. They, too, have no website, but that should not stop you from locating them and then going crazy all over them.
Also, our old gang-brothers in Speechwriters LLC are offering the one-two punch of a brand new CD, Satisfiction, and a real hot-rod, hard-nipple, rat-bastard of a tour going on. Check them out. They know what they are doing, and you do not.
Finally: us. We are great!
Oh, oh, oh! We are back up here, people. For the longest while, our server was down and we couldn’t contact you, who we’ve missed so much, and so we could only moan and sob and claw at the monitor and carve your initials into our chests, right above the heart.
But now, the technical geniuses behind WAS have straightened everything out, so we are finally back, all up in your face with our dog-ass breath, and all that. Now, it’s all about updating, updating, updating. Lots to report!
So, um, yeah. I know that there was something I wanted to tell you guys. Let me think about it and get back to you.
Until then, let it be known that we have a show coming up on Sept 22 with an amazing line-up that we put together ourselves, so yay for us.
Also, we’re playing a Labor Day rooftop party in Brooklyn this Sunday. Low-key fun. We Are Scientists. Hot dogs. Good enough for me, you say. You couldn’t be more right.
Some things that are new for we are scientists:
– some new shows, coming up
– new stickers, which may be had by you
– a coupla new songs, by us, to be heard at the aformentioned upcoming shows
– a little respect, thanks very much
A friend recently asked why there was no We Are Scientists Street Team, to which we had no answer, so we pushed them into a fountain and ran. The point is, we hate asking people to do us favors, because who are we to be asking you to do stuff for us? The answer is clear, I guess: we are We Are Scientist, and we are mighty. My point, here, I guess, is that if you want to help us out and spread the word, give us a hit at ye olde firstname.lastname@example.org, and we’ll hook you up with some three-song promo CDs, stickers, posters, bunches of hair (not ours), etc. Ask around: we tend to be nice to people that help us out, although I guess I should be up front about the fact that, six months after he let us borrow it, we still have Anothony Dines’ bear suit. It is being sent straight away, though. Trust us.
Leave it to we are scientists to make everything look easy. We make it look so easy. For us, it is easy.
Not three days after that last post, that last post about our little drought of shows, we done got us another booking. Details are forthcoming, but it will be soon. Check the “Shows” page for updates, then put on your sunglasses and your wading boots.
For you, pulling off such a feat would have been impossible. For we are scientists, this is so easy.
In fact, we may have two shows coming up fast. Not to show off or anything, but it seemed sort of effortless to us.
Holy cow. So, we’ve recently played a big, long string of shows, some of which we’d advertised here and some of which we kept as our own dirty little secrets, because sometimes we get a kick out of keeping you guys in the dark. Will you ever really trust us again after having read this confession? Maybe not. Should you trust us? Don’t be an imbecile – of course you should. We know what is best.
Or do we? Because, you see, what with this whole slew of shows that we’ve tackled, it appears that we’ve forgotten all about booking more of them. So now, here we are, showless. What were we thinking? The problem is that, with clubs, you generally have to book a show a good month in advance, which means that we could spend the whole of August sitting on our hands. Which we like, sure, but which turns out to be not so good in terms of the spreading of the WAS gospel.
So, we will try. You kids will not be allowed to go hungry. In the meantime, we should reiterate that we are more than willing to come to you – to come right into your home and put on our big WAS show, which includes the music and the butts and maybe also the delivery of some one-act plays by Harold Pinter as interpreted by Chris.
Guys, guys! Hi, guys!
Just a quick update here for so that you know about the various famous-making things that are going on around the old headquarters here.
First, there is this show. It is coming up soon, on Wednesday. It will be upon us before you know it. The show, it will be at Luxx, which just happens to be the finest rock and roll-vending establishment in all of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, which itself is known for its proud housing of artists and musicians of all ilk, who coexist happily and peacefully, united by their unchecked devotion to the creation of masterworks and also by their carefully touseled hairdos.
This show, it will be terrific. Because, holy crow, kids, it is a We Are Scientists show, and the We Are Scientists always do it right. But also, we are being joined by The Fit, who we love both personally and professionally and, hell, also romantically. See them and grow rich.
Also, a side note: our friends over at Speechwriter’s LLC have finally completed an EP, which is good for them and is good for you. Because they are pure and fine and without greed, they have posted the entire collection of songs on their website, which you should hit right now if you care at all about songs with finely crafted melodies and intelligent, clever, and earnest lyrics. But, then, wait: why the hell are you HERE?
Hello again. We know that it may appear to many of you that We Are Scientists has begun to forget about The Music. “I mean,” you say to your friends, tears spilling down your cheeks and into the pudding mix below, “they only play a show, like, once every TWO WEEKS! What kind of band is that? Once in two weeks? That is never enough when one is speaking of We Are Scientists, which I am.”
You say that to your friends, and they can only agree, because although they see us every day – there we are, smiling on yet another cover of People Magazine, wrestling with our buddies Leonardo “Leo” DiCaprio and Tobey “Fudgecicle” Maguire on Entertainment Tonight, driving a Ferrari off of a bridge and parachuting to safety in the preview for our upcoming film, “XXX” – they still find themselves starved for the explosive rock shows that first brought us into the public eye. So, we will now deliver:
Brownies, this Sunday.
There you are. Please enjoy. We love you so dearly.