How We Roll: The Hurricane Festival

I should probably say something about the surreal backstage Southside and Hurricane festival scene. This is how we roll*: We check-in, load our equipment onto the stage, then make our way to catering. We rub elbows with what is destine to become the cast of some 'Remember the Nineties' reality show on VH1--Eddie Vedder, Juliette Lewis, Perry Farrell, Thurston Moore, Kim Gordon, Mark Ibold--over squid ink pasta and Alaskan Sea Bass. After lunch, we perform, then it's time to hit up the Artist Bar, where we pick up bottles of champagne--one each--to keep us company on the walk to take in the Sonic Youth set. (Their live show is amazing.) We're kind of tired and very drunk by this point, so we head to the on-site masseuse to work out the kinks in our backs, then drink with Art Brut until we can't remember our names. It's a rough life.






We love Germany so much we want to take it behind the middle school and get it pregnant.

Other things we love: You.

More than this there is nothing,

Benjamin Lee Handler

*The collective 'we' on this post does not include Zachary. Zachary's festival activities consist only of sleeping face-down on the dressing room floor and playing the drums for forty-five minutes.

My Friend, My Friend... Lover?

Almost as soon as we were all reunited in London, the beatings began. After about six hours in the Goth Pub--which is so Goth persons not wearing all black are turned away at the door--drinking Goth Juice (cider and blackcurrant--it looks like BLOOD) we caught our dear friends Pull Tiger Tail play at the Forum, then hurried to the Barfly to afterparty, then finally to Keith Top of the Pop's house to after after party.

Things we've learned about ourselves and the world at large:

-No matter what anyone says, Nathaniel can knock you out of your chair.

-Mikey from Art Brut parties harder than anyone.

-Zachary is a Sleepy Tiger Cub.

-Inside the deepest, darkest recesses of Zebastian's soul, there lives a tiny city, and the city's mayor is an absolut tyrant.

-I am a bonafide homosexual.


I love you (in a totally gay way),


Ben Lee