As we screech to the end of a long and relatively rock-free January, you can all rest assured that spankin' new Scamper shows are on the horizon. In fact, the Boston Herald is already hyping the Luxury CD release show in a few weeks. Fo!
Any press is good press, but check out the subtle dig at us in the third paragraph of that article:
The first night, Feb. 23, brings in Scamper, The Appreciation Post and Violet Nine to start up proper. The following night is the real whammy, as Appomattox, The December Sound and Hooray For Earth will give the Luxes a run for their musical money.
Surely only the most egomaniacal and emotionally needy among us would read that seemingly innocous paragraph as an insult. Welcome to the craven world of being in a band. We take that throwaway comment as a virtual slap across the face with a used latex glove. It cuts deep, friends. We wept in the strong yet supple arms of Violet Nine for hours and hours last night.
The good news is that a fire has officially been lit under our collective keisters for this show. We'll show those bastards which night in fact is the "real whammy." Oh, we can whammy with the best of them. There's going to be whammies flying all the fuck over that piece on February 23. Peter Tomarkin will be rolling in his watery grave.
Meanwhile over in an actual newspaper, my friend Naomi was profiled in The Boston Globe for her expert balloon twisting as well as her documentary which was accepted into South By Southwest film festival this year. Congrats, Naomi!
Any press is good press, but check out the subtle dig at us in the third paragraph of that article:
The first night, Feb. 23, brings in Scamper, The Appreciation Post and Violet Nine to start up proper. The following night is the real whammy, as Appomattox, The December Sound and Hooray For Earth will give the Luxes a run for their musical money.
Surely only the most egomaniacal and emotionally needy among us would read that seemingly innocous paragraph as an insult. Welcome to the craven world of being in a band. We take that throwaway comment as a virtual slap across the face with a used latex glove. It cuts deep, friends. We wept in the strong yet supple arms of Violet Nine for hours and hours last night.
The good news is that a fire has officially been lit under our collective keisters for this show. We'll show those bastards which night in fact is the "real whammy." Oh, we can whammy with the best of them. There's going to be whammies flying all the fuck over that piece on February 23. Peter Tomarkin will be rolling in his watery grave.
Meanwhile over in an actual newspaper, my friend Naomi was profiled in The Boston Globe for her expert balloon twisting as well as her documentary which was accepted into South By Southwest film festival this year. Congrats, Naomi!
4 Comments:
Shouldn't the Globe's coverage of your friend Naomi's balloon documentary be read as a none-too-subtle dig at your own, aborted balloon documentary?
Peter Tomarkin will be rolling in his watery grave.
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laughing out loud, zorro oughta retire?
I was excited you got press, so I decided to Google you to find out how famous you really are. But your band name is also a verb, so Google wasn’t that much help. Even when I added ‘Boston’ and ‘music’ to the search I got this revue of a local production of The Sound Of Music, due to the line:
“Of course, because the show is marketed to families, you should come prepared to be part of an audience that will naturally feature some quiet explanations, occasional fidgeting, and more than the occasional scamper of feet back and forth to the restroom.”
My point is, we should go to the sound of music.
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