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The thing is, it’s sort of a tradition here at WAS.com for us to be really, really tardy in unveiling a tour diary, and we’re suckers for tradition, so although there’s a completed tour memoir, both witty and aesthetically progressive, sitting on our server even now, we think this would be an iconoclastically early time to post it, so we’ll sit on it for a few weeks instead. Actually, if you must know, we haven’t written so much as a predicate for the tour memorium yet, and perhaps that’s because it’s all still so raw for us. When you’ve just been wounded, when the harpoon has only just finished its navigation of your innermost thigh, you don’t want everybody standing around gawking or fiddling with the injury. No, you need a few days — maybe even weeks — alone to just come to mental terms with the aluminum pole riding perpendicular to your femur, the two forming some perverted cross advertising the American Track & Field Association.
But I guess in this case, with us, it has more to do with laziness. Or not quite laziness, but — and see if you’re not familiar with this yourself — that inertial torpidity that makes starting any new project, no matter how small, feel like trudging through waist-high Spring snow. Thinking up projects, conceiving of them — that’s like mercury in a grease pan. It’s the execution that eludes, that is therefore to be prized, and if you’re familiar with this stuff then you know that any ideal elevating intention over action (It’s the thought that counts!) is retarded twaddle at best, insidious self-invention at worst.
W.A.S. is listening at this moment to the new mp3 over at travismorrison.com, and jeez, for anybody who loved the D-Plan, as we surely did, this is a withering experience. We’re totally anti-trashtalking and all that, but this isn’t about trashtalking; this is about the pain of degeneration observed, degeneration of something that was once…sniffle…so special. Although you’d be right to say that ‘Change’ adumbrated this state of affairs, you’d be wrong to think that the sadness is therefore lessened.
It is now as official as non-refundable airline tickets that we’re playing Kahoutek (sp?) in Claremont, CA, the weekend of April 9th. We may also do a club show in the LA area that weekend; details on that and the Cahootech (sp?) show will post on the shows page by next week. While in CA, we’ll be recording 3 of our newer songs; these recordings may or may not be available in non-demo form to non-super-wealthy-A&R people later this Spring.
That last paragraph was SO. FUCKING. BORING. That is why we try to steer this page well clear of those interest-scuttling icebergs of fact that occasionally emerge from the fog and loom with self-importance. You know what, you fucking floe of logistics? The readers don’t want to hear what you have to say. They want to hear us trash talk more successful musicians! And proclaim charmingly impotent promises about things we’ll put on the site! And use stirringly loaded language to describe otherwise sexless scenarios like the maintenance-mandated surface-oiling of a Patriot missile!
p.s.: Henceforth when we are asked to describe our sound, we will describe it as “totally LRAD.”