Band Camp 2010. or We Love Chickens.

Last weekend, we all holed up in my parents house and worked on music.

We also did a few other things: walking out to the middle of the semi-frozen pond (every step could be your last!), Seth and Bill wrecklessly driving ATV's and not being killed, Michelle and Michaela diving head first downhill on the sled, zoolander, lots of tea, lots of coffee, foosball dance party, late night Mexican food in the raging metropolis of Gardner, Kansas, etc. Michaela brought a white board which kept us on track. We're a serious band, people. Watch out.

On Saturday morning, Michaela wanted to play a song for my parent's chickens. She picked an old fiddle tune called, "Cluck ol' Hen" and we all took off for the coop. They loved it. Only afterward did I find out that the song is about a Hen that can't lay eggs and ends up in a pot. I felt a little bad. The poor birds have been under enough pressure as it is. It's been the coldest winter I can remember. Last month, three of the chickens got eaten by a racoon. My dad lost his favorite bird, whom he had named The Pheonix. It was a sad day for all of us, but especially my mother who told me, "The world just isn't the same." To make up for singing such a mean song, we decided to take a photo with the chickens and then immediately made a big fat omlette.




See? Everyone is ok.

Anyway, the whole purpose of this note is to tell you that along with having a great time this past weekend, we started working on some new tunes. And we're excited to share them with you and we've got several shows planned in the next few weeks so we can do just that.
Check out the shows tab and come say hello. Especially if you live in St. Louis (or know of anyone who would put us up there!)
 

Also, listen to 90.9 the Bridge! They've been playing Like I Should on air.