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?
Showing posts with label television personalities. Show all posts
Showing posts with label television personalities. Show all posts
14 December 2010
13 December 2010
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)
Jimmy Kimmel LiveABC
12:06 am / 11:06 pm CST
(we play at the end, naturally)
22 March 2010
Singles Only
File under Hotelevision:
Singles Only, a production of Pima Community College, ca. 1984. 109 episodes of public access soap opera. If you're sleeping in Tucson, seek and its hideously beautiful cast will find you. Darker My Dudes is seeking the rights holder re: licensing and possible simultaneous series/VHS and too-good-to-be-true theme song/7" re-release.
Local investigative reporter/tabloid smear-queen Emerald Green (née Emmett Green), confronting Singles Only residents with closeted skeletons
not Jeffrey Dahmer
Starr. Not only does he look like an alien, turns out he is one too.
trying to lose her New York accent
"I like kids."
Singles Only, a production of Pima Community College, ca. 1984. 109 episodes of public access soap opera. If you're sleeping in Tucson, seek and its hideously beautiful cast will find you. Darker My Dudes is seeking the rights holder re: licensing and possible simultaneous series/VHS and too-good-to-be-true theme song/7" re-release.
Local investigative reporter/tabloid smear-queen Emerald Green (née Emmett Green), confronting Singles Only residents with closeted skeletons
not Jeffrey Dahmer
Starr. Not only does he look like an alien, turns out he is one too.
trying to lose her New York accent
"I like kids."
26 February 2009
09 December 2008
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.
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.
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