The Miseducation of Shwa Losben

Shwa Reunion Show @ IOTA next Friday April 9. It’s gonna be huge!!

pretty stoked for texas this week. time to re-learn some taylor davis songs.

“all i need” by radiohead=perfect start your day song. any other favorites?

I just read about Southwest Air kicking Kevin Smith off his flight yesterday, basically shaming him for being overweight. I think it’s a crock of shit that Southwest Air tries to position themselves as the customer friendly airline then forces its heavier customers to buy two seats or kicks them off. Flying is already a difficult enough experience. I take 20-30 flights a year for business, but there’s no way I’m subsidizing a policy like this. Southwest air just lost a customer for life.

I currently have five shows scheduled for the spring, and none of them are remotely close together. It reminds me of the time I was living in DC and chose to do 3 isolated shows in New Hampshire within a four week period. Also reminds me of the time I drove 16 hours to play a show in Pensacola. Can’t imagine ever doing that again. Last year we did an isolated show near Montreal from NYC and the 8 hours it took seemed like an eternity. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I probably need a booking agent.

just sent the new album off to get mastered today. woo hoo!!

My house is pretty messy right now. We have food crusted onto the stove, dishes everywhere, all kinds of weird hair on the floor…If I were 20 this would be no big whoop, but I’m approaching an age where a dorm like existence is probably unacceptable.

So I resolve to do some cleaning today, but thinking about it reminds me of my old roommates in DC. Nobody likes chores, but when cleaning time came around, my roommate Johnny used to put on a mix CD with 30 1-minute songs. Before each song we’d take a shot of beer (probably Miller Lite), then clean our designated areas, and come sprinting back to the common area whenever the next song started. By the end of it, we’d barely be able to stand and inevitably have a new mess of spilled beer, empty cans, and my other roommate Patrick’s vomit to clean up.

Good times.