it's been, like, forever since we got back from tour, and nobody gives a shit anymore. Again, I'm sorry for such dubious delays. Thanks to jury duty however, I've got nothing but WiFi and time on my hands, so let's get this over with, shall we?
Of the trip, here's a brief recap: we picked up a new driver just as Rachael picked up a cool eye infection in Austria (score one for socialized medicine); we laptop partied until the sun came up with Fritz; Matt went home and we became a questionable three-piece (with the occasional keyboard assistance of superdriver Jamie T); we played an Italian reggae beach party and Jamie got stung by a spider fish, Matt came back (plus Brenna!) just in time to play a losing battle set vs. Slint's Spiderland; we drove 17-or-so hours to play the worst show of our tour, and we didn't even get to meet Billy Corgan.
Still from the infamous acoustic meat rave, 2007.
And that's it. No, really: we're done for now. Parenthetical Girls are presently preparing to record, hopefully before the summer ends. We'll let you know. But in the mean time, we leave you with actual youtube evidence of The Man From Another Place, as captured by Brenna in Portugal.
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