Prague, Czech Republic

Prague was the most beautiful city i have ever seen in my entire life. Our driver is from around here so he showed us to this restaurant and had the best food i have eaten all tour! We went down to the town square and saw some really cool clock and when it hits every hour the 12 disciples come out through the windows. Pretty awesome.

The show went really well. We met a lot of cool people and had a lot of fun playing!! After the show is when the real party started! We went and checked into our hostel and went to a bar called The Blind Eye. Most of the people from the show were there and we danced until around 5 in the morning. It was AWESOME. Dancing is pretty fun!

Hamburg, Germany/ Berlin, Germany

Right now we are all sitting in the club in Prague. Daniel is playing foosball with our driver Dima who is from around here. This is the first time since hamburg i have been able to get online and post. Sorry for the lack of posts lately.

Hamburg was a lot of fun. I mean a LOT of fun. The club was called Hafenklang Exil. The workers there were very nice. It's amazing how different we get treated in Europe than in America. Its much better in Europe! Ha. We stayed in the clubs apartment downstairs which was really cool. We had a really good crowd turnout. Met a lot of nice people and then we went out on the town.

We went down to the Red Light District in Hamburg. It was about a 10 minute walk from the club. We saw the club that The Beatles first started playing music at. Pretty amazing. We went to this bar and played foosball with some locals and OH MY GOSH!!! I have NEVER seen anybody play foosball like that. Made us look REALLY REALLY REALLY bad. The guy did bank shots off the side and right into the goal. Blew my mind.

Berlin. Berlin. Berlin. Wow. I had the time of my life in berlin. My feet hurt the next morning from dancing so much at the After Party for the show. Before the show we walked around the town a bit in the freezing cold looking at museums and big awesome buildings and water and all that sweet stuff. Berlin is just a beautiful city.

Our friend Allison from Nashville, TN who is now living in Dresden, Germany came out to the show and it was so good to see her. It had been too long! All in all Germany was AWESOME!!! Good beer. Good times.

Copenhagen, Denmark

We are in Copenhagen. Finally! The process getting here was very fun, exciting and interesting. Long plane rides, train rides, van rides and boat rides. As soon as we got off the plane in London Tim got his credit card eaten by a machine. But we all felt better when we found out it was Fashion Week in London. We walked into our hostel for the night/day and there were many many many beautiful women in there. WOOEFK AFOEFALDMF AO F$AO FEAWO FKAOFDALSF KALD FA WOO HOOOOOOO


Anyway the sights here are amazing and the people are great! We are very excited to be here and cant wait to meet all of you!

Here are some pictures so far.

videos or whatever

Joel and some friends are making a video for I love you all the time. I hear it is going to be very, very sexy.

European Tour!

Feb 12 2008 8:00P Lades Copenhagen, Denmark
Feb 13 2008 8:00P Hafenklang Exil Hamburg, Germany
Feb 14 2008 8:00P Bang Bang Club Berlin, Germany
Feb 15 2008 8:00P Klub Strahov 007 Prague, Czech Republic
Feb 16 2008 8:00P Amp Munster, Germany
Feb 17 2008 8:00P Patronaat Haarlem, Netherlands
Feb 18 2008 8:00P L’Escalier Liège, Belgium
Feb 19 2008 8:00P Point Éphémère Paris, France
Feb 21 2008 8:00P Ecole Polytechnique Nantes, France
Feb 22 2008 8:00P L’Inca Bordeaux, France
Feb 23 2008 8:00P La chatte à la voisine Toulouse, France
Feb 24 2008 8:00P Festival Generiq Belfort, France
Feb 25 2008 8:00P Festival Generiq Dijon, France
Feb 26 2008 8:00P Le Molodoï Strasbourg, France
Feb 27 2008 8:00P TBD Nancy, France
Feb 28 2008 8:00P Grillen Colmar, France
Feb 29 2008 8:00P TBD TBD
Mar 1 2008 8:00P Club NME @ The Hub Exeter, England
Mar 2 2008 8:00P Freebutt Brighton, England
Mar 3 2008 8:00P Waterats London, England
Mar 5 2008 8:00P Thekla Bristol, England
Mar 6 2008 8:00P Club Fandango London, England
Mar 7 2008 8:00P Club NME @ Sin City Swansea, Wales
Mar 8 2008 8:00P Jailhouse Hereford, England
Mar 10 2008 8:00P Colloseum Coventry, England
Mar 11 2008 8:00P Club NME @The Yard Carlisle, England
Mar 13 2008 8:00P SXSW Austin, Texas
Mar 14 2008 8:00P SXSW Austin, Texas
Mar 15 2008 8:00P SXSW Austin, Texas

There you go. Are you as excited as we are?? We are going to come and rock face! Actually, we are going to rock yr face off!!!
Not bad, 31 shows in 35 days!!!!!!!! So for this occation, here is my favorite poem:

It's raining in love
I don't know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.

It makes me nervous.
I don't say the right things
or perhaps I start
to examine,
evaluate,
compute
what I am saying.

If I say, "Do you think it's going to rain?"
and she says, "I don't know,"
I start thinking: Does she really like me?

In other words
I get a little creepy.

A friend of mine once said,
"It's twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them."

I think he's right and besides,
it's raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That's all taken care of.

BUT

if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
"Do you think it's going to rain?"
and I say, "It beats me,"
and she says, "Oh,"
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think: Thank God, it's you, baby, this time
instead of me.

-- Richard Brautigan

Coming February 2008...

Now that Tour is over for the year???

So we are finally back in austin doing a whole lot of nothing. Just kindof hanging out. I think we will start practicing and recording again this upcoming monday, but the week of nothing was very well needed. We are recording and writing a bunch of new songs at the house and getting ready to get a new set together for next year.
so here is a prose poem from Charles Baudelaire for his book "Paris Spleen".

"BEAT UP THE POOR"

For fifteen days I had shut myself up in my room and had surrounded myself with the most popular books of the day (that was sixteen or seventeen years ago); I am speaking of the books that treat of the art of making people happy, wise, and rich in twenty-four hours. I had digested-- or rather swallowed-- all the lucubrations of all the purveyors of public happiness-- of those who advise the poor to become slaves, and of those who encourage them to believe that they are all dethroned kings. It will be readily understood that I was in a dazed state of mind bordering on idiocy.

Nevertheless I seemed to be conscious of an obscure germ of an idea buried deep in my mind, far superior to the catalog of old wives' remedies I had so recently scanned. But it was still only the idea of an idea, something infinitely vague.

And I left my room with a terrible thirst. The passion for bad literature engenders a proportionate need for fresh air and cooling drinks.

As I was about to enter a bar, a beggar held out his hat to me and looked at me with one of those unforgettable expressions which, if spirit moved matter or if a magnetizer's eye ripened grapes, would overturn thrones.

At the same time I heard a voice whispering in my ear, a voice I recognized perfectly; it was the voice of my good Angel, or good Demon, who accompanies me everywhere. Since Socrates had his good Demon, why should not I have my good Angel, why should not I, like Socrates, have the honor of receiving a certificate of madness signed by the subtle Lelut and the knowing Baillarger?

There is, however, this difference between Socrates' Demon and mine, that his Demon appeared to him only to forbid, to warn or to prevent, whereas mine deigns to advise, suggest, persuade. Poor Socrates had only a censor; mine is a great affirmer, mine is a Demon of action, a Demon of combat.

Well, this is what the voice whispered to me: "A man is the equal of another only if he can prove it, and to be worthy of liberty a man must fight for it."

Immediately I leaped upon the beggar. With a blow of my fist I closed one of his eyes which in an instant grew as big as a ball. I broke one of my finger nails breaking two of his teeth and since, having been born delicate and never having learned to box, I knew I could not knock out the old man quickly, I seized him by the collar with one hand and with the other took him by the throat and began pounding his head against the wall. I must admit that I had first taken the precaution of looking around me and I felt sure that in this deserted suburb no policeman would disturb me for some time.

Then, having by a vigorous kick in the back, strong enough to break his shoulder blades, felled the sexegenarian, I picked up a large branch that happened to be lying on the ground, and beat him with the obstinate energy of a cook tenderizing a beefsteak.

Suddenly-- O miracle! O bliss of the philosopher when he sees the truth of his theory verified!-- I saw that antique carcass turn over, jump up with a force I should never have expected in a machine so singularly out of order; and with a look of hate that seemed to me a very good omen the decrepit vagabond hurled himself at me and proceeded to give me two black eyes, to knock out four of my teeth and, with the same branch I had used, to beat me to a pulp. Thus it was that my energetic treatment had restored his pride and given him new life.

I then, by many signs, finally made him understand that I considered the argumant settled, and getting up I said to him with all the satisfaction of one of the Porch sophists: "Sir, you are my equal! I beg you to do me the honor of sharing my purse. And remember, if you are really philanthropic, when any of your colleagues asks you for alms you must apply the same theory which I just had the painful experience of trying out on you."

He swore that he had understood my theory, and that he would follow my advice