This pic–also ganked from the aforementioned Ray–is of Scrap playing his adaptation of a Renaissance melody, called “Keeping Watch Over Some Cow.” Be there between Orenda and us if you want to catch it.
These ganked from listener James Goller.
Pre-tour’s end anxiety; Pennsylvania atmosphere.
I’m at the venue in Pittsburgh, and whoa, this place is fucking hip. A converted church. I’m up in the dressing room, the old clerics’ apartment. Very funkily accoutered.
I forget how atmospheric this town is. Really lovely. The bridges, the rivers, the hills, the old brick houses, the decrepit structures. I always think of August Wilson, who set his plays in the Hill District here.
I am excited but melancholy because we’ll be home in three days. When I’m home I dread the road; when I’m on the road, I dread returning. But the thought of my own bed is awfully fine.
…and it bums me out, and then I realize I’ve been obsessively listening to that tune “Over My Head” by the Fray, and I just think everything about it is awesome. Grain of salt for you, Mr. Doughty?
Am I crazy, or did I blog the above photo before?
Anyway. Scrap’s new band will be called EPIPHANY FISH FRY, after a sign we saw driving to the venue here in Pittsburgh. He plays a little renaissance or medieval melody on guitar that he wrote lyrics for. It’s about cows. You may catch him between Orenda Fink and our set in the next three shows.
Ganked from listener Patty Rizzi.
The little robot dude–drawn by Susie Ghahremani–is becoming a minor icon. McNeal and I are talking about getting him painted on the bass drum head. Doughty HQ and I are talking about getting polo shirts done with a tiny Rockity Dude stitched on the left breast, Izod-style.
The girl wears a TUNE IT OR DIE shirt. This scared me. She was standing in front, and I saw her and remembered this nightmare show in Amsterdam–my first solo tour in Europe–and I was wasted, and Dutch people kept yelling Tune your guitar! Tune your fucking guitar!
Courtesy of listener Melissa Phelps.
These pix from the show in Seattle–some of the best pix of the whole tour–were ganked from listener Nate MC.
Don’t ask me how he managed to get two pix of Dan with his mouth open.
And other Chicago pix by listener Fuzzy Gerdes.