"I will beat Henry to the blog this morning," said Jen. And so she did.

Buenos dias mis amigos! What is happening with you this Monday morning?

Ouselves? Well we've been pretty busy actually. This week especially. We're rehearsing our set for next Monday's Great Scott show (more on this below), we're making a brief journey to New York to take care of some record stuff, and generally getting into the spirit of the month ahead of us.

We've got a couple cool projects coming up that I'll be able to tell you more about as the month progresses and I'm happy to report we're cracking away at booking again for the new year.

The most nearest piece of important information I can share with you though is that you should absolutely come to our show on Monday, December 3rd at Great Scott in Allston, MA. Yes, I know it's a Monday, but we are sharing the bill with a great band from D.C. called No Second Troy, so we had to take it. Check out what Spin had to say about them. Best part is you can still catch Heroes and then come straight down for our set at 10pm and stick around for No Second Troy who are on right after us! How convenient is that? :)

In other news, Henry and I had a chance to see our boys, Radio America, at Ralph's this weekend. They've got a new guitar player, Gabe, and seeing the band as a four-piece was exciting. Like a small army really. They're back in New York now and playing on Thursday night. Check 'em out!

That's about it for me. I'll have more to share with you soon. And all you Bostonians, I hope to see you out on Dec. 3rd at Great Scott in Allston. More new tunes and as well as the old ones. :)

Cheers,

Jen

Last night's meal is the type you make a vow afterwards never to eat again. It was the kind where that familiar paunch is filled with meat and wine. I think I might be good for meals all day today what with yesterday's feast.

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Forget all the history behind this one. The main thing is on the best days we're lucky to be here. Life could be much much worse. Yes, some days it's easy to feel low and sure you're entitled, but that's why we've got days like yesterday.

And hopefully that turkey/ham/duck you ate yesterday will continue remind us all of that today. :)

Oh and of course you get to go shopping. Yay. God help you if you were in line at 5am this morning. I know it must have been cold!

Cheers,

Jen


Currently watching:
King of the Hill - The Complete Third Season

Loosen the belts and pass the mashed potatoes, for as sure as retail outlets all over the world are itching to press the Christmas button, Thanksgiving Day is here.

I saw a snippet of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade this morning. The Mary Poppins number hypnotized me a bit, so I had to turn away quickly before it sucked away the rest of my day. I've never liked parades (or "rolling rallies", as our mayor Mumbles Menino likes to call them). I'm also amazed that for being 61, Dolly Parton sure looks.... what does she look like? Eh, I'll stop picking on ol' Dolly. I'm sure she's a really nice, sweet lady.

Anyway, before this gets too long (as my blogs tend to be), some of you may have had a rough time of it all this year; maybe you're telling yourself you have little to be thankful for. So to those of you who are feeling down about the state of the world, the state of your mind, or both... if nothing else I submit to you the last thing the late great Joe Strummer utters in The Future Is Unwritten (because other people say things more betterer than I):

"...Don't forget you're alive... You know sometimes when you walk around the city or when you yourself are in a bad mood, you can think hey wait a minute we're alive, you know? We don't know what the next second will bring, and what a fantastic thing this is. And this can get easily forgotten in the routine of life and something I try to bring to my attention at all times.
Don't forget that you're alive... that we're not dead... This is the greatest thing."

Happy Thanksgiving,
Henry, Jen, Roy, and Ross.

Ugh. Two days before Turkey Killfest '07 and I think I have The Food Poisoning. This is not fun. Could be worse, I suppose. I came down with something awful this past New Year's, and as such the mere thought of sushi makes me gag.

Home remedies, other suggestions, or cash donations would be welcomed.

Henry

Currently watching:
The Clash - Westway to the World

Geez, what a week it's been. Hectic and stressed don't even begin to describe the type of week I've had. It's all stuff that I don't particularly want to talk about, so I'll write about something else. Something else like MySpace spam.

I'm convinced that there's an evil Spam Lord out there whose sole purpose is to get me, but I slip through Spamblor's hands every time. Temptations of Macy's giftcards, finding out my karma, and real Gucci bags are conquered every time (the episode where I fought the College Girls Making Out Fake Video was a close one, but I won again).

So I say continue to do your wurst, Spamblor. You'll never captch me.

(Speaking of MySpace + spam, we've got a Facebook page now. If you've got Facebook, you should be our friend. It's very clean.)

We're getting the show train choo-chooing again (I get an F-minus-minus for terrible metaphors). We've been in a strange purgatory-like state since the album's been in the mixing stage. We all showed up to practice this week unsure what it was we were practicing for. (It did amuse me how we all forgot parts to songs we hadn't played in awhile; but I guess that's why they call it practice, yea?) Last week's show was really great for us, and it'll be good to get on that again. There's nothing quite like playing live for me, because knowing us there are 1,000 things that could go very wrong.

For example, Jen's insistence that her bringing a backup guitar is totally unnecessary. I'm waiting for that inevitable day we're in the middle of a song and SHPLARNG! Then I'll be like "Where's your messiah now, Flanders?!" Then she'll attack me by trying to strangle me with the broken string, mass fisticuffs ensue, and via some freak accident an errant cymbal decapitates Ross, which makes Roy laugh because he was sitting at the bar the whole time.

Actually, that sounds like it would be an awesome show. I was wrong. I can see why Jen doesn't want to bring her backup.

Cheers,
Henry

Currently listening to:
The Modern Age EP
by The Strokes

Hello, hello.. It's been a few days since I've posted anything of substance (some would say a few years). I don't know if today's going to be any better. Halloween seems like a timely subject, but to be completely honest the magic of Halloween is lost on me.

I've been farting around on the Facebooks lately (yes, that's right, "THE Facebooks"). In the constant evolution of Facebook becoming MySpace and vice versa, Facebook's added these things called applications. Personally, I hate 99% of them and decline invitations all the time. That's just the way it goes, I'm an ass that way. But amidst the sea of Zombie Armies, Superpokes, and Flight of the Conchords quote boxes I found a good one called iLike. I enjoy it because it's one of the few applications on Facebook I've been able to exploit to meet the shamelessness required to be in a band.

So (ahem) if you yourself are on Facebook and you feel the need to add this application, please add Aloud.

That's about it... what can I say, it's been a slow week. We've already got a World Series under our belts, so writing about how kickass the Sox are might be rude. We're still in the mixing process for the record, so there's not a whole lot I can write about that ("I heard X song for the 1,000th time, ate dinner, played Mario Kart 64, and went to bed").

Meh.. this is one of those days the Aloud blog could use another Aloud to write it. Where the hell is Jen? I remember the days when she would beat me to it and I'd have to wait another day to express my vapid thoughts (because posting two blogs in the same day is just bad form).

Cheers,
Henry

Currently listening to:
Tommy
by The Who