Here’s our life in realtime, at least until we find a permanent home for it. Live it, love it, carpe everything.

For those of you who are into side projects, I’m taking a couple of weeks away from the Speechdesk to tour California with the insanely talented Ramona Falls. If you’re one of the 30 million people going to see The National next week, you already have a ticket. Stick around after the show and say hi.

If you’re one of the 6.8 billion people who aren’t going to see The National next week, here’s a music video to hold you over:

Regular programming to resume shortly.

Xoxo,
Dave

New York, I’m coming for you. Also, Maine.

It feels a little crass to hawk merch right here on the front page, but here we are.

We helped score another movie for our friends at Hyrax Films. This one’s called FrICTION, and Dave will be playing at the premiere later this month (more info here). Our marketing department told us to celebrate by putting our last collaboration up for sale, so here it is:

Click the picture for details. We maintain that Monster Camp is the best movie about live action roleplaying ever made, and the soundtrack will answer questions you didn’t even know you had.

Sale ends 2/23, so get ‘em while they’re hot.

PS: Happy Valentine’s Day.
PPS: Here’s the website & trailer for FrICTION.

For those of you who missed our recent social media campaign, we deemed the operation a success and have posted our Regional Variations bonus EP online for all the world to hear:

It’s basically demos & alternate mixes of songs from our Indifferent Cities EP.

The last song is our favorite. During the production of the album, we were emailing audio tracks & Pro Tools sessions back and forth, but Team Vietnam’s hard drive died before they could make reference mixes from the final recording session. This means that Team America was basically putting together a pile of puzzle pieces without any idea of what the finished puzzle was supposed to look like.

The only session that survived the crash intact was “Tay Ho”, though something awful happened to it along the way. Maybe it went mad from watching so many of its brothers die in the drive failure. In the weeks before we realized what had happened, Misha and I had some fairly tense discussions about quality control. He thought I was being racist; I thought he had finally lost his mind.

We eventually got it sorted, put it on the album as a secret track, and were soon playing “Tay Ho” to appreciative crowds across Vietnam. The rest, as they say, is history. But, generally speaking, this is why you don’t record an album over the internet.

In other news, our store’s back, just in time for the holidays. Probably the only place you can get five albums for $20 this side of Moscow.