WHAT’S UP RAVING THRONGS OF KF FANS. I got my first unsolicited remix today (to be posted soon). It was a thrilling experience which I would like to have over and over again, like eating my first bite-sized Reese’s peanut butter cup. With that in mind, I have created stems for my most recent 52 Weeks track and made them available for download to anyone who wants to take a crack at remixing / mangling / re-interpreting it. All I request is that you send me a copy and post it on some public forum like SoundCloud so I can link to it and sing your praises.
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I’ve recently noticed that my pre-show mood has been declining steadily since I left for tour back in September. Where once I was bright-eyed and bushy-spirited, now I am a dark cloud of brooding silence who wishes for nothing more than to be left alone while playing Angry Birds. Industry friends have informed me that this is a critical stage of the transformative process one goes through when becoming a “pro.” I believe the answer is far less profound: failure to eat at Biscuitville. Hopes for improvement at tonight’s NekoCon event are dim, as we have passed into Virginia with nary a greasy wrapper in sight.
No segue here, folks, we’re getting straight into the action: our show at the Laboratory in Gainesville. This was our second time playing at the science-themed eatery and performance space, and while they had fewer beer beakers that previously, they more than made up for it with an improved sound system, stage and fancypants green room. Larry the proprietor is a fairly amazing guy who runs a tight ship and is a true champion of the arts, so if you find yourself in the land of gators, I suggest you swing by and catch whatever act is playing that night. On our night, those acts were Rappy McRapperson, King Pheenix, Emergency Pizza Party and DJ RoboRob. And Brandon! All in all it was a stupendous show, with lots of nerdy dancing, sweating and general revelry. Gainesville is definitely on our must-play list.
Here’s what I dreamed last night: that I was on tour with MC Frontalot (I’m not much of an escapist) and the routing had us darting between the US and various European cities. In Brussels we witnessed strangely-shaped airplanes flying impossibly slowly at very, very low altitudes through the city streets, apparently filled with sight-seeing tourists. “This is our last European date on the tour,” Front said to me. “I don’t think they can do that in the US.” Driven to experience this foreign form of informative transportation, I started searching the internet for “low altitude airplane tours.” Nothing came up. Somehow my perspective changed to that of a third-person observer watching as a man shouted “LOW ALTITUDE AIRPLANE TOURS!” while his wife waited impatiently in a canoe. “George!” she yelled, “you’d better get in this canoe right now or I’m going to leave without you!” George paused. His response was timid yet desperate: “Low altitude airplane tours?” The dream then revealed itself as an advertisement for some new search engine. THIS IS WHAT NERDS DREAM ABOUT. And also how they pad their word count!
Windy are the Kansas plains / littered with the night’s remains. So goes the famous poem “I Am Bored In The Tour Van” by reclusive indie poet F. Percival Spruce, author of such lesser-regaled verses as “The Window Defroster Makes My Butt Sweat” and “What Smells Like Pee?” I can’t help but feel solidarity with the man as we travel from Wichita to Fayetteville, searching fruitlessly for a breakfast dispensary in what appears to be a tastiness desert. But lo! Our new Garmin has just found us the shiny and promising Penny’s Diner. Thank you, Kendric Beachley, for saving us from hanger!
Holy consistency, Batman! The blog du Vic returns for another exciting season of tour minutiae, replete with questionable facts, perilously fancy prose and banal photographs made all funny-like by the use of alt tags. Who can resist? Not you. Nor should you, for in this modern world of tweets and wee bitly links there is a call, nay, an insatiable need for thoughtful, in-depth prose crafted exclusively for
the self-aggrandizement of the author devoted fans of the Frontalot crew. And so it has arrived! Prepare to be entertainementized.
I would have written sooner, but I’ve been helping tend to the many injuries suffered by the various members of the Wheatus touring party. During that time we’ve traveled to an played York, Manchester, Stoke-On-Trent, Sheffield, and Kingston-All-Up-On-Them-Thames. Fan videos abound. I am certain also that the twittersphere is bloated with errata regarding our goings-on. What I bring to you here is something you can’t get anywhere else: the inside scoop. Would you like sprinkles with that?