UNTITLED?

We've had two shows since I've last blogged and therefore, much to discuss.

Our first show was at the Social, a night club that a lot of wonderful people frequent, it seems. The room we played in consisted of mirrors, candles, couches, pillows, and board games. No joke. And it fit maybe 40 people, most of which, I like to think, were good friends. So you could imagine what a good time we all had. This was the set list...

Awful Things
Wilderness
Love Is After Me
Bedside Manner
Like It's Something
Execution Song

That could be wrong though. It was, after all, FIVE days ago.

We played Lazy Daisy as an encore. I definitely remember that.

And then this Monday, we played our first night of our residency at the Echo. The first artist was an older englishman named Richard Strange. He played in a band when he was younger named 'Doctors of Madness.' I don't know if that rings any bells or not, but his music was phenomonal I thought. As if Leonard Cohen had gotten shot or something, and continued to write songs. Maybe my tastes are a bit particular, but I truly did love it. He played just acoustically along with drum loops from his Macintosh laptop, but I offered to put together and hopefully be in his band, if he'd like one, next time he comes down to Los Angeles. So hopefully we will be talking soon about that. Then the Morning Benders played, some of our closest friends in the whole world, and they played great. If you haven't yet looked them up, don't even finish reading this blog, and immediately go to their myspace....which I think is www.myspace.com/themorningbenders. We played about 10:30 or so in front of a very friendly audience and I think we'd all agree that the show went very well. My guitar wouldn't really get in tune at all...but I think it was in a good way.................

Oh man....The blog can't go on without me telling you what just happened while I was writing it.

My phone just rang and I picked up and said hello and on the other end was a man with a thick english accent who said, 'Hi Taylor, it's Paul, Steve's roomate.' I said, 'Oh Hey what's up?' assuming I knew him because he got my name right and that whoever it was would click in a second, at which point he said, 'I was getting ready to leave my place and I know I have some of your books so I thought I could bring them down. Where are you?' I said, 'Well I'm home right now. Where are you?' hoping that would shed some light on the situation. But instead he just said 'Oh, I'm home. And I'm gonna be coming through the U-district. So I thought I could stop by.' That's when I realized that I don't know this person and it was the wrong number, and I don't know if him knowing my name was a crazy coincidence or maybe he looked up the wrong name in the phone book, but I definitely wasn't who he thought I was. So I said, 'uuhhhh....uhhhhh....that'd be fine.' Because I didn't know what else to say. Picking up on my reluctance, he said 'well, if you're busy having a wank or something I can come by another time.' I laughed and said, 'Oh, no. It's fine, I'll be here.' But I have no idea why I said that to him. Finally, he said 'Okay, I'll call later for directions' and we hung up. I assume he won't end up here, but hopefully he didn't take the address from where ever he got the phone number. His area code seemed very foreign, so I'm not too worried.

Anyway, I've completely lost my train of thought......The Echo show was good. That's all I had meant to say.

Last thing....we need a title for a song. Everyone send in their suggestions. Think 'love conquers all,' 'inner demons,' 'struggle for equilibrium'....that sort of thing. good luck.

taylor