Truancy.

We've been a little behind in the posts... probably because we're now playing shows with Maritime, and that always leads to some debauchery and a race to the next city.

Cheers to New York - we packed the Mercury Lounge last night and had a hell of a time. Special thanks to Thax Douglas, who read a poem just before our set.

Here it is now:

"Bound Stems #2"

intelligence
gift wrapped
with invisibility sits
inches away from the beautiful machine
still
glistening with birth -
the intelligence
wafts in through
two air hole labyrinths,
its paths becoming magnetic type
and thus immortal
to the organs
that read the tape
as "problems",
not knowing
what else to call
such a venture.


Gotta go sound check. More soon. Come on out, Boston, it's a beautiful night.