the end of the road

Hell with it, here's parts 3 and 4 of our monthlong series of photos from ye olde Delta Spirit tour. Had to finish off a roll of film, y'know. Like booze, that kinda thing takes a lot of time and effort if you're gonna do a good job with it.

On Sheepshead Bay



Graham, The Fling, Baltimore

Pittsburgh

The O, Pittsburgh, much later that same night

see here


new album title


Cheyenne Morning


Wyoming







not-at-all-official tour photo


photos by will

dreams, they're for those who sleep

part two:


Thanksgiving in Rhode Island


This one's called "Sitting on the BQE in Brooklyn at sunset, still trying to make it to Baltimore in time for our set."
Not "A relaxing drive through the woods."


a backyard


Delta Spirit, Ottobar, Baltimore


proud artist




Christmas in Laramie








photos by will

Memories

of last month:


Greek Theatre, Berkeley







Greek Theatre, LA




Liberace Plaza, home of the since-closed Liberace Museum, and Goodtimes Bar & Nightclub, home of the $2 Recession Special.


It's the World's Largest Rhinestone.


Yes, those are American flag hot pants. Hot for the Bicentennial.




Panis, with the iced green tea he ordered.



photos by will.

European Vacation: Day 1

We made it to Dublin. So far here, we've endured the misfortune of arriving at the precise moment that Dublin's cab drivers have elected to go on strike. Imagine that - flying into an international city and being greeted at the cab stand with "Taxi? There are no taxis." So we did the only possible thing we could, which was to take a bus into the city, and then walk an almost-comically grueling mile with our gear to our hotel. And then we did the only thing you're told to do when in Ireland, which is commece the steady, incessant consumption of Guiness. Which, of course, had the side effect of hastening our descent into an 18-hour slumber. Jetlag, y'know. Right now it's 3 pm here, and I'm doing this to bide my time until the sun goes down. Just wanna make it to sunset, and then I'll sleep. It's kinda silly flying into a city like this and not having it in you to do anything other than lie in bed... zzzzzzzzzz......

UPDATE: Didn't make it to sunset. But we all somehow simultaneously woke up around 9 pm and unanimously agreed we should adjourn to the pub across the street for, y'know, a few more pints, before resuming sleep.

this is what you missed

It's that time again. Remember that 5-week tour we did, ah, last year? What a year. Too bad it's over. It was a big year for us. Our record came out, we did a coupla national tours, went to London, yada yada yada. Who knows what 2009 holds. We sure don't.
Anyway, the tour. I, Will, once again kept myself engaged in the only thing that keeps me sane on the road: pointing my camera at barren walls, the ground, and/or people pissing on the side of the road. Like so:


We try to keep it secret, FDR-style, but yeah... Tim's still wheelchair-bound.




Katz's Delicatessen, NYC




Asbury Park never looked so good.




(you like sunsets, right?)










Natchez Trace, Mississippi