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October 5, 2006

leaf peepers

It’s fall in New England, which is pretty much the best thing ever. The air is crisp and seemingly clean, even in Dorchester. I was out this morning with Charlie on our usual outing for him to send and receive pee-mail, and noticed that the trees look like they’re thinking about starting to turn. You know what that means, don’t you? Leaf-peepers. That’s right leaf-peepers, or people who come to look at leaves in the autumn. One of the silliest descriptors ever. I’m still trying to decide whether real people actually say things like that, or it was just invented by the Vermont tourism industry (in which case, God bless ‘em, they deserve to make money – they elect socialists to statewide office). Is it one of those things like calling Boston “Beantown,” something someone from here would never actually do? Anyway, despite the leaf-peepers (and admittedly, we don’t get a lot of them here by Ashmont Station), fall is good. It’s also election season, which always makes me all hopeful, until I wake up the Wednesday after the Tuesday awash in bitter disappointment so pervasive I don’t want to get out of bed.

The record came out on Tuesday (in the US), and by all accounts so far, is being well-received. Joe pointed out recently that this is the first time that one of his records has been released when school is in session. Neither of us actually knows what this means. I think it’s just that we were both in school for such a long, long time, that time is forever measured in semesters. Since a full 25% of the people who are subscribed to our list ordered the CD from us (thank you thank you thank you), I hope (and pray) that discs have arrived safely and soundly. I always feel bad badmouthing the post office, because I’ve found that their employees are by and large very nice and helpful people. I always feel bad for them, because when I go to the post office I can’t help but notice the large number of people who conduct their business without ever getting off the cell phone. The clerks must feel invisible. Despite all this, in my experience, as nice as the people are, the mail just doesn’t always get where it’s going in a timely fashion.

I’ve been entering tour dates on the website so furiously that my fingers are bleeding and my keyboard looks like that of a piano I once had to clean a hundred years ago when I had a job in a theater where Cecil Taylor played. There is still more to come, but just to head it off once again 1) We have no current plans to leave the US, except on personal business as it pertains to the two foreigners who play in the band, James “The Kid” Walbourne and Joe “The Canadian” Pernice (he’s mad at me now- what an ingrate I am huh? After he defended my honor on the blog this week). 2) The band is not coming to XYZ City/Town/Hamlet because they are avoiding you, after what you did the last time they were there. (Can I just say that I love you all very much, because your support allows me to buy Charlie’s treats at Whole Foods instead of Petco, but my very favorite emails are the ones I get asking me why the band didn’t play in a certain place within a week after the band playing that very place. This most commonly occurs in Los Angeles, Toronto and Germany, FYI. I think they’re not paying attention.). The band line-up has changed a bit, as I think Joe might have disclosed in an earlier post. Jose Ayerve moves from merch guy to bass player. We like to promote from within, and hope that he can learn how to play bass in time for the tour. The new merch guy is Kevin, who’s from Tennessee. Last tour, Kevin waited on the band at a Cracker Barrel outside of Murfreesboro, and he’s been promoted from waiter to merch guy. You will know him because he’ll be the one with the accent that is truly unlike all the others. If anyone is looking for me, I won’t be out there. My touring days are over, which is really too bad, because my main problem on tour, aside from the part about traveling in the tree fort on wheels that smelled like a gerbil cage, was my terrible sense of direction. I got lost a lot. Now we have one of those GPS thingies. But it’s too late. I work diligently to not wander outside of Route 128. Also on this tour will be a REAL celebrity. Joe’s cousin Joe Harvard will be along to do sound. He founded the recording studio from whence came many of the recordings by Boston bands that are probably in your record collection. His bio is here. I send you to his bio to return a favor, as he regularly namechecks me in his writings about the history of Boston rock, often attributing to me stuff I didn’t even do. Sometime later when I have some time, I will make up some stuff about him too.

And just because no one asked, I have to agree with Pat, who blogged that Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip is truly bad. In fact, I’m pretty disappointed so far with the new fall shows. I think I’ve been spoiled by The Wire. Nothing comes close anymore. I have high hopes for the Knights of Prosperity with my old pal Donal Logue, who starred in a film I produced with one of the Lemonheads as an undergrad for which I was given a grade of B, even though I later found out, because the tape I handed in was inadvertently blank, the teacher never saw.

Enough, you say, and I’m with you. Thanks again for buying all those copies of the record.

P.S. I sold the last Pega Luna Manny shirt today. Is that foreshadowing?

Joyce @ 9:12 pm