Here it is… this is the plan as of today… Come out and see us! If we are not booked in your town, and you’re not too far off this path, please EMAIL US. We still have a few free dates, and we’d love to come see you!
Head on over to our MYSPACE to hear our song “Holy” off the new record, “The Bright Side”!
Here’s an interesting article from the BWC about centering ourselves on God in the midst of cynics and the barrage of Christian marketing:
“My suggestion is that we all find our Taize, that we all find a place, be it our church, a monastery, a Bible study or music that we can go to, to help us breathe, to center our vision. The last thing that we need is this generation to produce more cynics. We have enough as it is. So let’s continue to question, let’s continue to re-think our methods. But let us not become hard-hearted to what God is already doing amongst us. The sooner that we can recognize what God is doing in our midst and beyond, the sooner we can join Him to make His dream for this world become a reality.”
Hey guys,
Just letting everyone know, you can pre-order the new EP, The Bright Side here at our online store. It’s slated to come out August 20th. Pre-Order, and you just may have it in your hand on that day.
Sunday nights are fun; we get to play more original material than in the morning. I could play the drums louder that night then than I could at the morning church service. Pretty good sound system, actually. The bass drum was nice and loud. They had really cool lights. I had a smoke machine behind me. Our soundcheck went very nicely (great soundguys). A decent number of people ended up showing up for the concert, too. Before we were up, a guy with an acoustic guitar played some covers. He played a sort-of-violent Weird Al song. Half way through his last song, the building’s power went out. Glory. The whole street went out, turned out. Only two of the church’s three transformers turned back on, so we were stuck–all we could do was pack it up. We were literally five minutes from our first notes. Sort of deflating. It really made me laugh more than anything, though. Maybe people will remember us more because of it. We did sell some t-shirts. Still, taking everything down was a bit disheartening.
No longer having to worry about having to go to the bathroom in the middle of the set, I went to fix myself some free church-lobby coffee. I emptied two French Vanillas into my cup (I always put the cream in first, that way it mixes itself when you add the coffee), and then thought it might be nice to have something cold, since I was hot already (but who can resist free coffee?), so I started down the hall in search of a fridge and some ice cubes (my Starbucks-employed sister recently revealed the wonder of “iced coffee” to me). On my way there, two youngish, wrestling high schoolers rolled in front of me. Being one who is continually jumping off and over things for fun, and, just because I want to, my reaction was to jump straight over them. In the air, I remembered that cup of creamer still in my hand. Crap. Maybe it won’t be too bad, I thought as I landed. There was even the briefest moment of thinking I’d gotten away with it (knowing in the back of my head that wouldn’t make sense). Cold creamer, right on the top of my head. And down the back of my shirt. And making my left flip-flop squishy on my toes. Great. Now I smell like French Vanilla. Fortunately, the main lights were off (down to emergency lights), so I played it cool. Found a door, looked in it real quick (no fridge in sight), and turned and made my way–up a gear or two–for the bathroom in the opposite wing. I got a few why-is-this-guy-washing-his-shirt-and-hair-in-the-bathroom-sink stares from a few kids. I went back to get some coffee, but there was none left. Then I had to take down our band equipment with a wet shirt and smelling like a French ice cream man. This will be the first the band has heard of this.
And THEN–Most everything was taken down and in its case, and we had just put the first two things in our trailer, when…the power came back on. I cheered. It was perfect. We had an hour-long set prepared. The power was off for that exact hour. What that does that mean? I don’t know; I don’t think it means anything. I mean, of course it does, I just don’t have any assumptions about it being an important message from God that we’re supposed to decode. I think it’s just life, whatever it means, and I think it’s hilarious.
And we’ll be back, Indiana. Leave the light on for us.
