TEEVEE

Remember when we were on TV last night? Well, this is what it looked like. Watch Rob courageously fight off a cold while playing our Christmas song for the first time ever:



Approximately .06 seconds of our "actual" song "Backseat" made it on air, presumably because Rachael Ray decided to prepare her burgers medium well instead of the searing Jimmy requested. Which is a bummer, because here that is:



p.s. That's our buddy Dan Iead on pedal steel, whom you might've seen playing on the tour we just finished while Jared was in the studio making our next record for us. Also congratulations to The Fling, Emily Sills, and Reed and Stacy from Dangerbird for getting their faces on TV. I'm sure their respective families are proud.
p.p.s. Yes, we-reoriented the album cover 90°. Looks better, yah?

JIMMY KIMMEL TONIGHT

Don't forget! He's watching you, so you better watch him. Or something like that. I wonder if we'll get to eat whatever Rachael Ray's cooking.

Jimmy Kimmel Live
ABC
12:06 am / 11:06 pm CST
(we play at the end, naturally)

DML on TV!

Hey, guess what, we're gonna be on Jimmy Kimmel Live next Monday! December 13. We're taking bets on who else is gonna be on. It's probably online, but we haven't googled it yet, so speculate away. Anyway, here's the deal. We're playing two songs. One of them is the Christmas song that we mentioned that you can get from Target. The other one'll be from our record. It'll be all festive and what not, and hey, it's our late-night national television debut, and that's pretty sick.

IF YOU WANT TICKETS: click on Jimmy. Do it. They're free. 'Twould be rad to see friendly faces there, and hey, maybe the back of your head'll get on TV too!

tv/impressions/strings/moranis/fries/dicks/twins

a.k.a. tour

we still want a hula hoop

Since we're driving/sledding through our first snow right now on our way out of Pittsburgh, now would be a good time to mention that you can now download and forever own our Instant Christmas Classic from Target.com. Yes, this is your Christmas present, and no you're not getting anything else.

NYC+

WEBSTER HALL TONIGHT / 8 pm
TOMORROW: SHOPPING
THURSDAY: FOOD
FRIDAY: BOSTON / PARADISE ROCK CLUB
SATURDAY: PAWTUCKET / THE MET

all with Delta Spirit and The Fling, except for Tomorrow and Thursday, which are with J. Crew and Rob's mom & dad, respectively.

kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet (part deux)

Hey, check it, we're on this hot tour, just to heat your frosted, brittle bones. Thought it'd be wise to exclusively seek out the coldest parts of These Re-United States. A fine band from Seattle called These Arms Are Snakes, who are on everybody's favorite baseball-themed record label, the esteemed Suicide Squeeze, have been gracious enough to bring us along, and All The Saints are coming along too. One very exciting thing for all involved is that most of these shows are all ages, more or less, so those who have been so unfairly excluded the last many times we've been in town can finally come hang with us, in our van, which locks from the inside, in the poorly-lit alley behind the club, which is in a less-than-desirable part of town. All that info's on our MySpace, natch.

In the meantime, here's a picture of Tim and Jared on TV, from the last tour.

other people on television

There are two things that keep us going, that rouse us each morning (or, when possible, midday). Number one is the promise of soothing hotel television at the end of the day. Number two is, well... there is no number two.
So in keeping with our series of portraits of us on closed-circuit television, here's a brief collection of other people on open-circuit hotelevision, snapped by our resident hotelevision photographer, Jared Everett.


The abominable snowman.


Indeterminately-accented Prophet Kim "Nevertheless" Clements, pictured above with weird shriveled baby hand.


Liberace - that "deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavoured, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother love" (to quote the incomparable Daily Mirror columnist Cassandra) - ca. 1980. Not pictured: the cage of 7 Asian youths under the stage actually making all that music.


And, of course, the aforementioned photographer, On Demand.

Darker My Love on television!