update, anyone? well, alrighty...

music is a mobile thing. if not on the highways, at the very least in the chaotic spaces of my mind. also, there are iPods.

we've really enjoyed playing a great string of shows this year in the area. we've even got a couple iPhone-in-the-crowd videos, if you're interested in seeing: O My God on YouTube. 

and the year's not half-over yet! we'll be in Asheville next week at the Grey Eagle for a tornado relief benefit. thursday the 19th, to be precise.

a couple of weeks later, May 27th, we'll be up in Greensboro at The Green Bean with our good friend Jeremy Current, who just released his first full-length Dark Land of the Sun!

also, we'll be playing here in Charlotte at The Neighborhood Theatre on June 10th with lots and lots of friends! it'll be a friday night in NoDa and free!

playing songs live for you guys is, like, our favorite thing to do. we've got more in the works, and we'll let you know as soon as we have official-ish things to say. (keep up with the Twitter and Facebook if you like for such things as info and a general patina of cuteness.)

and speaking of favorite things:

finally, pre-production has at-long-last begun on Luz's next record, (tentatively) titled Love Will Not Burn You. it could change. really. the band often hates me (stephen) for endless changes to otherwise settled things (like entire verses, or songs). but it will definitely contain music. i'm sure something or other will be loud. maybe some quiet stuff too. we were thinking we might employ some of the more esoteric ideas like time and tempo and maybe, if we're feeling really frisky, some sort of verse/chorus structure. (i've been listening to a lot of beethoven lately.) this one time Andy was talking about something called intonation or pitch or something synonymous, but the rest of us were pretty sure he was just making that one up.

it'll prolly sound like this, but completely different.

so no promises - on any of it. we might just record a whole cd's worth of Jeremy fake-snoring or rattling on about Steve Albini or whatever else happens under the influence of cheap beer and junk food. (i guess "obesity" is the normal answer to that one, though we'll do our best to avoid it. some of us have recently re-taken up bouldering, so...)

there's always a chance is all i'm saying. anything can happen. except cheese plates. those hardly ever happen, although we'd totally eat them if they did happen to happen. we've carefully cultivated a near-Buddhist state of gustatory openness. it's a zen-like thing.

thanks for reading/listening! muchos amore, dear people.

s.

wrapping up, carrying on.

let us first plant a big, wet, sloppy, digital kiss on the faces of all you lovely, kind people who came out to or stumbled upon our CD release show at The Evening Muse a couple weeks ago. it was, suffice it to say, everything we wanted for christmas. (well, also you could like us on facebook and follow us on twitter...)

you make our dreams come true, and we adore making noises for you.

next, let us say OMGLOLIDKOMFG for the amazing video monkeywhale.com shot and edited of Stephen & Kevin performing "effect" as a part of the Harvey's Kitchen series. Not only is their work superb (go to the site and check it!), but by having been welcomed into their home and work, we're keeping pretty spectacular company. the monkeywhale.com folks do award-winning videos of some really great bands (we're talking NPR Music Best Of 2010 listed bands).

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as best i can say...

We're supposed to be projecting confidence here. We're supposed to be invincible or something like. We should be making loud music and wearing tight jeans. (Our jeans aren't all that tight, taken on average, and some of us are wearing corduroys.) These days my fingers get paralyzed upon this keyboard. I sit at a red desk before a big window, and the turning natural world I ought take inspiration from instead sets the ante terribly high. How can I compete with this, the shades of dark and light, the colors I would steal if I could? In my experience, art falls apart in competition. As do stories. As do I.

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