Lou’s Movie Reviews vol.3: ‘Anamolisa’


(I can’t believe it’s so difficult to review this film)

In an earlier post I quoted a line from the song ‘Wheelhouse’ by Kurt Vile about being “alone in a crowd of people.” This line has resonated with me ever since first hearing the song about a month ago. (Quoting stuff not even a month old makes me look like a bigger moron) Being alone. We all are lonely at some time or another. (Play the violin…or ‘Jew harp’ as Lisa would say) Some more than others. We may be lonely but not even necessarily alone. (This makes as much sense as a fake deadline) Much like this Kurt Vile lyric. Or like Michael Stone, the main character from Anomolisa, a new movie based on a play penned by Charlie Kaufman. Alone in a world where very few people matter, where their presence is irrelevant. (Surprised I didn’t bait them with the ‘we all die alone’ pity party line)

At the center of the film is a character suffering from a delusion where everybody in the world becomes the same person. It was an added bonus to hear Charlie Kaufman mention the Fregoli delusion after viewing ‘Anamolisa’ and talking about how the story was intended to be a radio play. (I couldn’t even ask one of my heroes a fucking question) An additional reason why the movie works so perfectly as a stop motion animation picture is the use of only three actors used to represent the pitfalls from complacency exploited by this particular delusion. (Might as well eat a ham sandwich and masturbate after that shitshow of a sentence) It is chilling thinking of a world where everything is the same. Unfortunately, this is rather common in how normal people go about their lives. (Or abnormal people with non-existent sex lives) Especially in the 40 hour average work-week world. If this wasn’t the case, we wouldn’t be so open to trying new things i.e. traveling or going to exotic restaurants. (Or having affairs) In Mr. Stone’s case it is having an affair. (Ta-da!) When we fail to see what makes the people that come into our lives special, we slowly lose the excitement the world presents to us. (Thank you Captain Obvious)

The film succeeds by its use of stop-motion animation to tell Michael Stone’s story of a night on the road at a luxury hotel in downtown Cincinnati. Kaufman’s focus on this psychological ailment is perfect for an animated feature. (Though all the previous psychological ailments in his movies seemed to work just fine for live-action, dimwit!) It’s also worth-noting the energy Starburn Industries animation studio put into the project. For instance, a five minute ‘sex scene’ took over six months to shoot. (Best scene from a movie all year) The film is getting a national release on 12.30 and don’t be surprised if it garners a couple nominations for the upcoming awards season. (Of which generic reviews like this one will make it next to impossible to ever have an Academy vote)

Lou’s Great Songs of 2015 vol.12: ‘Hold My Hand’ by Jess Glynne

Hold My Hand

As an observer, you want to give everything a fair shot. Sometimes this can be very difficult. One of the harshest lessons in personal taste: if you don’t like something, you don’t like it. My big one-sided observation these days tends to reflect my view on the state of modern day pop music. It’s very hard to appreciate it no matter the effort put forth enduring it. In those instances where the sound catches my ear, the hesitation to post about it is easy to overcome.

‘Hold My Hand’ by Jess Glynne is one of the rare current pop songs that possess this unique quality of being welcomed by my ears. It’s an upbeat dance song that at first sounds like a song of female empowerment ala Whitney Houston’s ‘I’m Every Woman.’ It’s hard not to think otherwise until you actually listen to the lyrics. If you put the words to music not as upbeat, you may have a Top Ten candidate for saddest song of the year. Imagery of a body with broken bones falling to pieces as an outcome of impending rejection is masked under a tribal rhythm making it impossible not to get up and dance. In the world of somebody that takes a notice to song-lyrics it’s not out of line to argue the conundrum that is ‘Hold My Hand.’ Is it a celebration of love or does it celebrate moving on after a break-up? It could easily work either way as a result of the music. Regardless of the circumstance, there’s no reason to keep this track off any current mixes representing a Lou’s Pick for Great Songs of 2015.



Lou’s Things Keeping Him From Attaining An Ideal Physical Physique vol.1: The 24-7 McDonald’s Hash Brown

It’s a 24 hour party, people!

A couple weeks ago I couldn’t sleep. Ridley Scott’s Alien was on the tube. Feeling rather sensitive to sound, I watched it in silence. My favorite scene in the film (I know this sounds cliche) is when the little creature bursts out of John Hurt’s chest. If you haven’t seen the film, this scene is also mocked pretty decently in Spaceballs…if you haven’t seen either film, what can I say, you’re missing out on some great cinema. While it may be safe assuming no foreign creature will be popping out of this body anytime soon, this particular scene still represents something rather horrifying to me: the feeling I get every time I eat the food at McDonald’s.

Good ole Mickey D’s. The Happy Meal was my first love. Nothing said excitement more in my youth than pulling up to that drive thru. When you’re young, who cares about what food you put into your body. Especially if a nifty toy comes along with it. The McDonald’s of my youth ruled. My favorite parent car to get rides in when I was a kid were the ones personally dubbed: McDonald’s cars. You knew you were in a McDonald’s car because the smell of dried French fries between the seats scented the interior. When you happened to be with a parent that drove a McDonald’s car, you knew paradise was nothing more than a few ‘Jersey lefts’ away.

As I grew older, McDonald’s and me grew farther apart. Health nuts reminded us how bad the food was for our health even going so far as to changing the amount of saturated fat they pump into it. Their solution to make up for what the food slowly began to lack was to sell me bad coffee. Even the McDonald’s characters seemed to be going out of style. Don’t believe me than take a trip to Chicago and check out the famous Rock and Roll McDonald’s. This wonderful location has a museum that showcases the evolution of Mayor McCheese, Grimace, Hamburglar, even the clown king Ronald over the years. They were way more hip back in the day. Besides, who wouldn’t want a shirt or pint glass given out under your favorite set of Golden Arches displaying these wonderful marketing tools. It was one of my first stops when I visited the Windy City earlier this year. Despite the downgrades, the food did not make me feel any better. Now it not only tastes as good, it still makes me feel like there’s an alien being traveling through my body. McDonald’s had succeeded in screwing up how to screw up everything. Only in America. In the midst of all this corporate chaos, one factor has managed to keep me coming back…one of the greatest pieces of food ever created, the McDonald’s hash brown.

Slowly disrobing those crisp ridges from their greasy sleeve should require some form of latex for protection. Most times you feel ashamed eating only one for the lack thereof is doing a serious disservice to your tastebuds. Many people put them into the breakfast sandwiches, I prefer placing four or five of them inside a seeded Sarcone’s roll with Amish cream cheese from the Reading Terminal and Hank’s Sauce…a sandwich I like to call: the Greatest Thing You’ll Ever Eat in Your Life. It’s best not to get the idea of eating one in your head, or wait until after 10:30 am. Skipping breakfast has been my go-to solution toward fighting the craving. With the exception of the occasional Saturday, McDonald’s was all but dead to me. It has become nothing more than a personal reward which itself is nothing more than an excuse. Until the other day when I almost caused a major accident after something caught my eye which required a double-take. A flag waved in the corner of my eye with a phrase I’d been dreaming about for the last thirty plus years, a phrase so American you would think McDonald’s of all places would have caught onto it years ago, words so pretty I could feel it in my stomach: Breakfast Served 24-7. And like that, the alien has been slowly invited back into the building. Hash browns on the dollar menu, there is no better bang for your buck as far as I’m concerned. Now those wonderful little squares filled with grease are available all day long!

Here’s the song Rock and Roll McDonald’s for all you McDonald’s lovers out there!

Rock and Roll McDonald’s

And here’s the famous scene from Alien that represents the feeling I get when McDonald’s is inside me

Alien Chestnurster Scene


Lou’s Questions to Himself vol.1

You can’t lose when you have nothing to lose.

Two Sundays ago, a group of friends headed down to Washington DC to watch the Philadelphia Eagles lose to the Washington Redskins. As I’ve written before, I was born in the DC area and raised to root for the Redskins. Over the years, a vast array of insults were not uncommon as a result of being a fan of this god-forsaken franchise from the Nation’s Capitol. In the past after a victory like this, if you know me, you would assume this particular Eagles defeat would be a great opportunity for me to rub it in especially considering yours truly is often the brunt of the jokes concocted by these grown men. And who doesn’t like a little revenge after all?

This year it felt different. I actually felt bad for these guys after the game. They spent all this money to travel down to Fed Ex field and watch their football team lose. For some inexplicable reason, their loss did not make me feel any sense of happiness. Fast forward to this past Saturday and it’s a similar situation. This time it’s an important international soccer match between the U.S. and Mexico. Those who know me know I’m Mexican-American and when it comes to soccer I root for Mexico. Part of the reason is not as high a percentage of people in this country show passion for the sport in comparison to the people in Mexico, another part is because it has been another excuse for people I know to root against me. Similar result, my team wins however nothing changes. If anything, I felt a little bad for the fact that the United States lost to a team without a coach and this particular loss may delay the rise in popularity of a sport which should be a major one in this country like it is around the world.

My question to myself is simple: am I so used to accepting defeat that I’ve become immune to victory?

Lou’s 6 Examples of Great Songwriting on a New Album vol. 1: b’lieve I’m goin down by Kurt Vile

Lost in the Lyrics of Kurt Vile

Art is often the most genuine representation of the human condition. Philly’s own Kurt Vile has been interpreting this condition for well over a decade. Below I’m listing several of my favorite lyrics from his new release ‘b’lieve i’m goin down’ that define the struggle in my eyes.

1.) They tend to possess that special element of brutal honesty…
I took a puff on a cigarette, saw what I get
An invigorating fix and a black lung.
‘Dust Bunnies’
Spoken like a Philly native. Philadelphia is tough. One trait of a true gritty Philadelphian is that they are not afraid to call things as they appear. Sometimes we may say things that you don’t want to hear but at least we’re gonna say it if you have to hear it. If you’re gonna spit it out though you have to be humble and knowledgable of your own actions.

2.) Things in life aren’t always as they appear (every time I hear Wild Imagination, I can’t help thinking about the downfall of our social culture as a result of our dependence on smartphones)…
I’m looking at you
But it’s only a picture so I take that back
But it ain’t really a picture
It’s just an image in a screen
‘Wild Imagination’
I used to roam around by myself to a lot of bars. One of the things that turned me off to bars over the years was the fact that more and more people that seemed to enjoy being alone in bars became addicted to their phones. Near the end of my bar dwelling days, engaging in conversations with strangers started becoming taboo. My last straw was when several local haunts prefer that I refrain from talking to fellow drinkers at their bar. People wanted to be left alone with their phones at the bar. The time had come, after all these years, where one of my favorite social outlets had finally become anti-social. It was the search  for having someone to talk to that had sent me into these bars in the first place. Now it was slowly being taken away by technology. Ironically I have the smartphone to thank for ruining everything I loved about drinking alone at bars. These bars which once served as an answer to my loneliness are now nothing more than another catalyst, a much more expensive one than drinking alone at home.

3.) He points to the pain many of us are in, or think we are in, along with the quest to cure it…

Hey Jack of diamonds all jack of horse and

Hey man I believe I’m floating and of
course of course
‘All in a Daze Work’
We live in a country that will do anything to hide the pain they’re in. It’s the one thing you’ll risk death for as an attempt to forget about it. Even if it’s only temporary. Some of the finest works of art address the fight against it. This beautiful song is one of them.

4.) He sees the responsibility he has towards his fans in being an artist and he’s not afraid to use sarcasm in expressing it…
Wanna live, wanna live
A life like some
Young and dumb and full of
“come on over to my house- there’s a
party goin on here” all the time
‘Life Like This’
One other thing I have in common with Kurt Vile is that we’re both practically the same age (our birthdays are one month apart). As you get older there’s only so much of the rock and roll lifestyle your body can handle. Even if you are a “rock star” there is a sense of responsibility in this day in age that comes with being one. We’re not living in the Eighties where recklessness was encouraged. Many of these artists survive day-by-day under both the fast pace of the Internet culture and by relying very heavily on touring. Too much real life combined with a lack of focus can quickly diminish any type of balance between living and creating. Current artists owe it to their fans to be on top of their game. It’s much easier now to not only replace but also quickly forget about somebody who is messing up. Still there’s always that sweet temptation of losing focus and enjoying a little too much of our lives away like many of the younger generations seem to get sucked into pretty easily. Sometimes the thought alone is enough to procrastinate.

5.) He defends social awkwardness…
But you gotta be alone to figure things out
Be alone, when even with a crowd of friends
and not so
Sometimes of whom you just can’t
distinguish but
Thank god for the former, yeah
I’d be hard-pressed to see how these lyrics do not speak to other artists (it resonates deeply with your truly). Philly happens to be a lucky town that is blessed with many of them. As somebody that enjoys writing, one positive trait that could be a sign someone may have a future being a writer is the ability to be alone. These words are also very symbolic of the self-absorbed ADHD generation which unfortunately, at times,can run hand-in-hand with being artistic. Artists are people that are constantly empowered by their thoughts. I know from my perspective, at least, of times I’m with a group of people and the only thing on my mind is taking notes on an idea. I’ve missed out on many a conversation as a result of this artistic dilemma.
6.) Finally, his blue collar roots lead to him acknowledging the plight of the modern day worker…
Ain’t it oh-exciting, the way one can fake
their way through life
But that’s neither here or there
In a way how could one ever prove you’re
just putting them all on
‘That’s Life, tho (almost hate to say)’
My favorite lyrics from my favorite song on the new album. It resonates greatly alongside my own plight: a condemnation of being forced to do something for survival and as a result sacrificing the things you really love (in my case, time to write). This is the grim reality most people face in life, not living your dream. It becomes more evident as you age and start becoming more responsible. It can be a tough pill to swallow. Unfortunately the only way we can progress in life is taking whatever occupation we find ourselves in and doing it with dignity; this means not complaining, being focused of the undesired task at hand and finding other ways to compensate for happiness. In my case it meant rearranging my priorities. Everybody’s case is different.

If you’re looking for a more up close and personal look at his sound, catch Kurt Vile live tonight at Union Transfer! For more info on the new album or tour, check out: kurtvile.com

Lou’s New Entrant to His Piano Riff Mind Collective vol.1: ‘A Boat Lies Waiting’ by David Gilmour

Did You Have To?

The Book of Classic Piano Riffs That Linger, otherwise known as the Piano Riff Mind Collective, got a new entrant the other night. For those not familiar with this Collective, please do not hesitate, we all have one. A couple classics in my personal one include: ‘Silent Sigh’ by Badly Drawn Boy, ‘The Stranger’ by Billy Joel, the ‘Rhapsody in Blue’ tease in Phish’s ‘Bathtub Gin’ and anything by Guaraldi particularly the score to ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ in the month of December. These riffs must have one very simple characteristic in order to gain acceptance into this personal collective; it must reappear in your subconsciousness, often.

‘A Boat Lies Waiting’ by David Gilmour is the newest entrant into my personal Piano Riff Mind Collective. The song is a fitting tribute to Richard Wright, Gilmour’s piano-playing Pink Floyd bandmate who succumbed to cancer back in 2008. If the Pink Floyd we all wish were here making music today, it is no far-fetch to think a track on an imaginary current album would sound like this one. It evokes the power of emotion typical to the Floyd we’ve become accustomed to as well as production values of utter perfection. In a recent NPR interview Gilmour states that he wrote the riff 18 years ago and that his wife, novelist Polly Samson, wrote the lyrics in honor of the relationship between Gilmour and Wright. Unfortunately, I can only link the interview to the David Gilmour recording of the song. Instead, enjoy links to some of my other Piano Riff Mind Collective Picks:)

Here’s the Gilmour interview about the song

A Boat Lies Waiting interview

Here’s another classic riff honored Monty Python style in what is a personal Top 10 Flying Circus bit

Beethoven Flying Circus

Silent Sigh by Badly Drawn Boy which is from the movie About A Boy based on the book of the same name by an author (Nick Hornby) I consider an influence

Silent Sigh

Here’s Bernstein playing Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue

Rhapsody in Blue

Finally, it’s the intro, but how could I leave this one out

Take the ‘A’ Train




Lou’s Concert Observations vol. 1: Tame Impala

Tower Theatre 10/05/15

The sound waves.

Some of us are surrounded by the display of waveform signals on a graph more often than others. If there was ever a situation where all the oscilloscopes that display these signals in the world stopped working for one day, constant yet easy to fix problems like losing the Internet when it goes down or pin-pointing a transmission issue in your car would present more difficulty in their analysis. Medical professionals would have a very rough day of work on their hands as would professionals in every other industry that relies on the analyzation of alternating currents provided by these oscilloscopes. A world without measurement of this electrical pulse for one day would provide a glimpse into a post-apocalyptic vision many fear to even dream about. It’s quite incredible to picture the impact of this scenario considering that oscilloscopes have been around for less than a hundred years.

For the band Tame Impala, if all the oscilloscopes stopped working for a day, they may as well have to cancel their live show. To say that the display of the backdrop that constantly showcase these visual soundwaves is a mere component of their set is an understatement. The entire essence of their live show thrives on it. One moment last night that completely represents this essence took place during a brief interlude about three quarters into their set where all the members except frontman Kevin Parker stopped playing and walked to the side of the stage. Parker faced the backdrop which projected a green wavelength that was manipulated by each of the guitar player’s notes. A guitar which Parker proudly engineers to mimic the sounds of a synthesizer. Its current, a visual wave of noise, pulsated on the backdrop leaving everybody witness to the magic of a soundwave’s physical presence. During this interlude, the pulse of the audience beat along with every note played by Parker’s guitar.

After soloing for a couple minutes, the other band members came back onto the stage and erupted into ‘Cause I’m A Man’ (the first single they released off their new album) much to the delight of the sold-out crowd. It was one of many sonic eruptions you can expect when seeing a band where both the music and the physical presence of each member constantly morphs into a psychedelic backdrop that projects the sounds through an oscilloscope. It’s also a great excuse to see them live. Another plus is the great rapport Tame Impala has with their audience. Frontman Parker constantly thanked the crowd for their enthusiasm and at one point between songs pointed out a guy on the balcony that was emphatically air-drumming to their music. They even took a request from a fan to play a tune (Half Full Glass of Wine) that does not appear on their touring setlist. Most importantly, they gave the fans a visual conception of their new music, which stems from the album appropriately titled: Currents. Make no hesitation in taking the opportunity to witness the visual wavelengths Tame Impala creates on their stage. Say hello to this sound and it will have no problem waving right back at you.

For a glimpse of last night, check out the footage of the encore, a cut from their previous album Lonerism-‘Feels Like We Only Go Backwards’ on the following site:



Lou’s Stupid Things He Learns From And Tries to Fix vol.1: The ‘Comments’ section on this site

This Suggestion Took Only Three Months To Process

Everybody has at least one thing about them that they want to fix. My situation, according to society, is a bit different—I have many things that I need to fix. It’s not easy when the whole world around you has a desire to impose changes. Quoting Popeye, “I am what I am,” a loyal, brutally honest, social observer that sometimes tends to pace too much and gets way more excited about non-productive aspects of life like a song on the radio or a slice of pizza over the more acceptable aspects of life like making money or starting a family. Over the last ten years, I’ve become accustomed to shutting down when people talk at me and ignoring what they consider to be good life advice. For whatever reason there is always a sense that some kind of ulterior motive is involved. As a result of this, it takes me a while to process things that people tell me. Thinking back at Popeye’s quote and applying it to myself there is one thing I know I am: a bad listener.

Bad listening is not always necessarily bad. There’s a dash of idiocy that lives inside of us all. It is the when one completely ignores every piece of advice given to them that bad listening becomes a problem. If I listed all the advice I’ve ignored in the last year, this post would hit over 5,000 words. I’ll spare the violin for now though and list one thing that I’m going to fix at this moment: allowing readers to freely comment on these posts!

That’s right, you heard it. Now people can anonymously comment on my posts. Say anything you want. Promote a party, use this as an outlet for your anger, respond with a poem…I no longer care! It was a mistake not allowing readers to leave comments in the first place…we all know the comments section is the fun part. Well, now you have a place to showcase your responses. The posts will start becoming more frequent and more varied. Coming soon, there is also going to be some changes with the appearance of this site. There’s no reason why some of these posts can’t be read by the entire world. Finally, I want to thank my loyal readers. Even if it’s one or two people that’s better than nobody. Today, since I’m not telling any stories, I leave you all with one question: whether you know me from this blog, on social media, or in real life; what would you change about me?

Can’t wait to read your comments!!!

*one quick note

In yesterday’s blurb I left a new blues song that came on the Johnny Meister Blues Show during my Saturday Night Blues Drive…here’s a classic gem by Albert Collins that they also played on last week’s show to get your week started out right!

Honey Hush



Lou’s Great Songs of 2015 vol.8: Kokomo Kidd

Driving around on Saturday nights is a pleasure if you live in the Delaware Valley and happen to be a Blues Enthusiast. This is courtesy of Jonny Meister and The Blues Show on WXPN. Saturday night blues drives. It beats walking around in silence. Sometimes it beats having company. It’s also a much better form of therapy than pretending the blues away.

Saturday night blues drives takes me to some pretty interesting places. Most of these places involve food. Last night’s blues drive took me to a shitty diner in New Jersey. For anybody that understands the blues they will probably agree with this one feeling you have when you walk into a diner by yourself on a Saturday night: you hope you don’t see somebody that you know but you also know you would love to run into anyone. It’s the dichotomy of the blues.

While I love the music, one of its downfalls is that it does not stick out and hit you in the face as often as some other music genres. This is not necessarily a bad thing. The best part about driving around with it on is the fact that it’s not disruptive. You can get a lot of thinking done. Sometimes months may go by before you hear a song worth looking up and acknowledging. It is the blues after all, not pop. This goes to show that when a song on the Blues Show catches my ear, it must be special. Last night was one of those nights where a song caught my ear.

‘Kokomo Kidd’ is a new song by Guy Davis. It mocks Prohibition and the lawmakers behind it which is all fine by me. What makes it work (for me) is that it is one of those songs where the character (Kokomo Kidd) is singing a song about himself. Driving around on an otherwise boring night, hearing a song like this creates a little excitement. It puts you into his world. A world we all tend to think about every once in a while. Particularly when driving around alone on a Saturday night. It would not be a surprise if this song ends up on a television show or in a movie one day. It has that special hook!

Kokomo Kidd


Lou’s Bands That Give Him A Good Excuse To Engage In the Transcendental Dance Experience vol.1: Turkuaz

Any Color You Like

Two nights ago, Hall and Oates opened the Philly Fillmore. Leaving the show, which was a collection of their greatest hits and nothing short of amazing, there was a nod of appreciation inside my heart for not only their music but also how special it is that their sound can appeal to anybody. Whether you’re getting down at a bar, walking into an elevator, have a penchant for musical theory, painting a house, or relaxing on the couch; a Hall and Oates tune is always welcome. It was a great opener to last night’s weekend main event at the Ardmore Music Hall which featured a band that is not only keeping this musical crossover torch resurrected by bands like Hall and Oates and the Talking Heads alive, they are pouring gasoline over the fire. There’s a new element on the Periodic Table of Dance that’s been discovered by Turkuaz, a nine piece funk outfit based out of Brooklyn, and that element is Digitonium, the name of their new album which dropped yesterday.

Being somebody with that “divine motivation” (quoted from ‘Doktor Jazz’ off their new album) to dance, there are very few bands which can fill my prescription. Turkuaz has no problem providing samples for even those not privy to getting down to the sound. Take it from the guy you see dancing at shows where most people are standing still, there’s nothing more welcoming than to witness a live act where it’s a crime if you’re not dancing. The band doesn’t need to feed off the energy of the crowd, they are the energy and the crowd feeds off them. For those not accustomed to dancing, all that is required is allowing the band to guide you through the rhythm. To any newcomers seeing the band for the first time, remember this: when in doubt, follow the motions of the female vocalists. It’s only a matter of time before exposure to the wonderful element of dance sets in and next thing you know you’ve found your groove. One second you may be locked in on the girls, the next second getting down to the horn section and before you know it your saying to yourself: “this is the tightest rhythm section I’ve ever seen!” Anybody that has had the pleasure of seeing them perform live will most certainly agree with this sentiment. My advice in preparing for a Turkuaz show is simple: rest the legs for a couple of days prior to the event. Your soul will thank you for it.

The band is constantly touring. Below I am going to list some clips. Please enjoy and do not hesitate to make it a night if they’re swinging by your town. They will make it worth your while:)

Here’s video of Bubba Slide taken at this year’s Gathering of the Vibes. Anybody else see that “rainbow full of sound” come together.

Bubba Slide

This next clip is an audience video from last month’s joint set with Dopapod (another up-and-coming great band I’m sure to blurb about in the near future) at the Catskill Chill billed as Dopakuaz honoring the music of Studio 54. It’s a fan video I’m linking from YouTube of an all-time favorite song I’ve had the pleasure of seeing the band cover in the past.

Everyone’s A Winner

Here’s a link to their new music video. If this does not get you excited to see them, you probably need your head examined.

The Generator

And finally, here’s a list of their current tour.

Oct 8 – Last Exit Live – Phoenix, AZ
Oct 9 – Joshua Tree Music Festival – Joshua Tree, CA
Oct 10 – Orpheum Theater – Flagstaff, AZ
Oct 11 – Marble Brewery – Albuquerque, NM
Oct 17 – Cervantes Masterpiece Ballroom – Denver, CO
Oct 20 – State 112 – Missoula, MT
Oct 21 – John’s Alley Tavern – Moscow, ID
Oct 22 – The Reef – Boise, ID
Oct 24 – Hangtown Halloween Ball – Placerville, CA
Oct 25 – Hangtown Halloween Ball – Placerville, CA
Oct 28 – Domino Room – Bend, OR
Oct 29 – Tractor Tavern – Seattle, WA
Oct 30 – Wonder Ballroom – Portland, OR
Oct 31 – HiFi Music Hall – Eugene, OR
Nov 4 – The Live Oak Music Hall – Fort With, TX
Nov 5 – Spider House Ballroom – Austin, TX
Nov 6 – Last Concert Cafe – Houston, TX
Nov 7 – The Parish at the House of Blues – New Orleans, LA
Nov 10 – Zydeco – Birmingham, AL
Nov 11 – Aisle 5 – Atlanta, GA
Nov 12 – Charleston Pour House – Charleston, SC
Nov 13 – Freeboard Live – Jacksonville Beach, FL
Nov 14 – The Funky Biscuit – Boca Raton, FL
Nov 15 – Crowbar Live – Tampa, FL
Nov 18 – The Rabbit Hole – Charlotte, NC
Nov 19 – The Pour House Music Hall – Raleigh, NC
Nov 20 – The Broadberry – Richmond, VA
Nov 21 – Baltimore Soundstage – Baltimore, MD

Don’t be surprised if you run into me in Baltimore!

*one more quick note…percussionist Nate Werth from Snarky Puppy is a guest on the new album (whose title is actually taken from a song in the movie “The Sword and the Stone” as per the recent interview with guitarist-vocalist Dave Brandwein in this week’s Glide Magazine)