In related news, Scott's adventure with the multi-national conglomerate Tired Pony continues.
Read all about it at the new website:
Split 7" auction begins August 15, 2013
Dear Explorers of the WWW! It's true, thee YFF has recorded a song written by our lovely friend Slim Dunlap of Replacements fame. We did it because it's a great song and Slim has also been stricken by a terrible stroke and we miss him and would like to help out any way possible. So, there is the Songs For Slim Series -- limited edition 45s (100 copies only!!!!!! - talk about LIMITED), and we are so very pleased to have been invited to take part. We recorded a dare-I-say killer version of Slimbob's "Loud Loud Loud Loud Guitars" and it is gloriously paired with the great Patterson Hood (Drive By Truckers, duh) doing "Hate This Town", so it's a WIN-WIN-WIN situation. The auction starts on August 15th, so check it out at:
I think you'll be able to figure it out. Please be generous, as not only do you get an amazing collector's 45 (super-cool green vinyl by the way, plus incredible art by the 'Mats's CHRIS MARS), but you'll be helping a very wonderful man to carry on survivin' with hope for the future. Let's face it, it's a bargain at ANY PRICE!
SO, I'm lying two feet from Jim in our spacious hotel room in Santander (google map) and it's too early so instead of sleeping but I present a quick catch-up (not to be confused with ketchup, an oft-maligned condiment in these parts) on the Life and Thymes of the Jung Fresh Harry Limes.
Lots of driving and tiredness yesterday - as Tad's infected big toe burned and swelled to astonishing proportions. He followed the instructions of a certain Doctor Soul and by the time our journey was done the toe was white and ripe for lancing by a courageous picador. Snakes Of Pus (note: possible album title). The fact that the evening show ended with me on drums had nought to do with our drummer's plight, and everything to do with the singer's might.
We were joined onstage at that point by our friendly and all-hopped-up opening band The Reformers (see: Los Chicos). They came complete with calimocho, which is coke and red wine (in their case usually sported in a large slurpee-sized and over-matched cup), and a boatload of good cover tunes like "When I Write The Book", "Can't Hardly Wait", etc.
Earlier in the day there was tortilla (mandatory at all meals, even during this period of imposed austerity), empanada de bacalao, agua sin gas, and dark northern skies, contrasting mightily with the bright heat of Madrid and Valencia and the road between. Tad's bread intake was not slowed by the pain of his digit, so in tribute we all dove headlong into the white asparagus and roasted beet offerings of our dressing room.
The venue invoked an arena-rock vibe, albeit friendlier. Sort of a modern community center, and they had a swell recording studio which we checked out after sound check, even taking the time to knock out a rough-and-ready version of "Rock And Roll Guitar" to some unsure end. At 10:30 p.m. (things are going on a bit earlier in Spain these days - again it must have to do with the dreaded and ridiculous austerity business) we strolled onstage to the strains of "Also Spach Zarathustra", and thereby the gathered multitudes were treated to a rash of YFF barn-burners, highlighted by the stellar new stomper "Everytime I See Your Face" (patent pending), "Middle Man Of Time" (classic), and the hauntingly brazen Tad/Kurt composition "Johan, Share Your Wine And Body With Me", which lent the gathering the air of a late Thursday night mass. All in all another triumphant and legendary performance by España's most treasured beat combo.
Tonight we ride in Aviles, and no doubt there will be more heated discussions about whether we've been there before.. Ox will be served, strings will be changed, and Dani the tour manager might listen to Slint. We will debut another new song, "Top Gear Summer". All will be right in the world.
Tickets are available, in advance, but the "concert" has been moved northward to the Sunset Tavern, Seattle. May 17th. Tickets for the Hemlock show will of course be honored.
Those who have already seen the youtube version are encouraged to erase it from memory.
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