We’re having another slow news year, so just this one item from TGL HQ: we’re playing Sunday, May 1 at Slowdown.
It’s a benefit for Omaha Girls Rock! which is a rad rock camp for girls ages 8-18. It launches this July in Omaha and is spearheaded by TGL’s smooth jazzin’ Stefanie Drootin-Senseney.
All right then, see you there.
We’re going to play six shows in June. Stef’s having another baby so that’ll probably be it for a while. Come out and say hey!
Friday, June 4 in Chicago at Subterranean with Brighton, MA and Quieting Syrup. Tickets here.
Saturday, June 5 in Chicago at the Do Division Street Festival with a bunch of bands.
Monday, June 7 in San Diego at The Casbah with The Parson Red Heads. Tickets here.
Tuesday, June 8 in Pomona at The Glass House with The Parson Red Heads. Tickets here.
Wednesday, June 9 in Los Angeles at The Troubadour with The Parson Red Heads. Tickets here.
Thursday, June 10 in San Francisco at The Bottom of the Hill with The Parson Red Heads and The Contrail. Tickets here.3 comments
There’s not a whole lot of Good Life news to report. But hello anyway!
The Saddle Creek dudes found some copies of the Album of the Year 2CD version which includes a CD of Tim’s solo demos for the album, recorded in Roger’s basement. It had been out of print (or perhaps “out of print”) for a few years but a couple boxes semi-mysteriously arrived at the SC warehouse a few weeks ago. (For sale here if you’re interested.)
We’re all keeping busy working on other bands (and Cursive is on tour now), so there hasn’t been much activity at TGL HQ. However, we are working on a couple new songs which will hopefully see the light of day before the end of the year. How’s that for slow-moving excitement?
As always, thanks very much for your interest in and support of The Good Life.
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Today we drove and drove and drove. We loaded all our hefty heavy gear in the van this morning and left Omaha around noon. We flicked on the radio somewhere west of Lincoln and listened to the Huskers get destroyed by Texas A&M as we drove across the plains. In Kearney, we stopped at Runza, the least crappy fast food chain in Nebraska.
We entered the desert of eastern Colorado and saw the sun begin to set through a model teepee on the land at the visitors center. We stopped for gas outside of Julesberg. The cashier was trying to give away one of her four dogs. One of the other four was dying of rectal cancer.
We saw two or three UFOs above the horizon, no joke. They’d shine and disappear as we continued toward Denver. They never attacked, but they were real.
In the city, a sign above the highway informed us of winter weather. And it was true. West of Denver, we were trying to outrun the storm. The van was a pontoon boat moving slowly backward in the dark of a still lake. The lines of the road and the blowing snow created a swirling mirage, a mesmerizing illusion of stillness. Cars passed us and we rode the brakes, pulsing them as we looked at the runaway truck ramp out of the corners of our eyes.
We debated: should we continue into the storm in an attempt to outrun it; or should we stop in Frisco at our already-reserved hotel room? We chose the latter.
We checked in and rode a free bus to a snowboarder frat bar in Frisco. A girl in a green t-shirt danced like an ostrich and smelled like a leftover burrito. We danced and laughed and played darts badly. We rode the free bus back and Double D at the hotel bar gave us way too many free drinks. We learned that “cherry pow pow gnar gnar” means really pretty good snow, sort of.
We watched television and saw the professional carpet cleaner’s haircut. We talked on the phone when we shouldn’t have. We looked up the weather report online and decided to sleep in.2 comments
Man, I am having a really tough time with this website thing. So I posted that the LAST post had the wrong pic attached, but then posted THAT post into the tour diary thingy – F it. I’m gonna ask someone to take the tour diary part off. Or at least change the name to the “The Good Life Daily”. Or, at our pace, perhaps “The Good Life Weekly”. Here are the pics – FOR CONTINUITY’S SAKE!! – of us at the same dinner, crashing Rog’s date with his imaginary girlfriend who dumped him cuz her shift was over.No comments
We are throwing the last few entries of junky stories on here in one clump cuz we have hardly found wireless service ANYWHERE and we are considering breaking up with the internet. It will probably turn out to be nothing more than “A short break so we can reevaluate our relationship”, wherein we will come running back to her at the slightest suggestion of service. Like now, for instance. Slutty.1 comment
Hi hi hi hi hi hi hi – Who am i writing to right now? Whomever you may be, we are in Minneapolis at the moment, and our collective heads hurt. Our apologies for getting on top of this a little late, seems we need to update you on Omaha and St. Louis and Iowa City. But what happened, really? Anything? I guess we played some songs and ate hot dogs and had the hiccups and drank a little too much whiskey and didn’t see any good movies and slept a little too long and missed our Daytrotter session because we had the hiccups and had a lame ass burrito in Springfield, MO (but Ephraim, our sound lover, claims to have had an astonishingly good sandwich, but come on, it was Jimmy John’s) and Roger had his first girfriend and got dumped already (will show pics in a minute) and we watched Capgun Coup and 4th of July and it was good. I loves you.3 comments
I have a poopy butt. I need diapers. Just kidding, this is TIm not Roger.2 comments