The City Veins

I’m certain that blogging about the past events of ones life is a pretty low form of blog-writing, but we’ve sunk pretty low on our content as of late. Tarr Watch? It’s a pretty desperate depth to which we’ve sunk. Alas….

This Thursday Charles and I will head to New York for our gig at Rebel, to take place on Friday. Spencer is obviously going as well, but Charles and I are leaving the night before in order to take our sweet-ass time. I’m extremely excited about this weekend for a variety of reasons.

Since “lists” seem to be popular these days:

1) It reminds me of the good old Roosevelt Roosevelt days when Charles and I would drive from Hamilton College (where we went to school) to meet up with our other band-mates, which were living in DC at the time. We would drive enormous numbers of miles, often late at night. We learned to stay awake by smoking and turning the A/C on in November. But those were probably the least stressful moments of my life.

2) To me, NYC is palatable if taken in 2 day doses. I love walking around that city and poking into small record stores and coffee shops. I concede it would be horrible to live there.

3) We’re playing with our friends, Lights Resolve, and I enjoy the time we spend with them. There are likely to be many people in the audience, and that is a pretty solid motivator.

4) I don’t mean this as a slight against Adam, though it will probably be taken that way. But since he left the band, our gigs have been fun and it seems to transfer to the stage. When we fuck up, we laugh it off. Three people is a manageable number for issues of ego, jack-assery, and even logistics.

Some people find it depressing to spend money to go play a gig. But if you have fun gigging, it’s really not depressing at all. We are so far away from making any money it’s ridiculous to even think about the band in these terms. If it’s a chore then yes, it sucks to spend money and have to travel. I, for one, would prefer to think of it as fun. It was fun when I was 21 and traveling around from random place to random place. We used to play regularly in Aston, PA. Has anyone ever even heard of that place? I hadn’t, until we started gigging there. But it was great, and the memory is actually worth something to me. Adam didn’t like going to NYC (though he pushed for it before anyone else did), but had already stopped enjoying the band by the time he came to that conclusion.

As part of the continued trip down memory lane, go and check out the only solo song of my life. It was recorded in Boston in 2003, right after Roosevelt Roosevelt broke up. It’s not great.

Photo by Flickr user midweekpost.