no gapee

Drove into Jacksonville late last night, just in time to set up and be told that we had 20 min to do a set, and should get that going in 20 min. Lots of people lazily propped in cavernous bar, capacity 5 million. As I am settling in to wait until we begin, I see Darren moving quickly toward the back of the bar, his pace indicating a rush, which meant "TROUBLE". I zone in on the situation, action marked by flashlights spinning near the non-entrance where we loaded in.

Darren overtakes me, with the sound/promoter/mastermind guy in tow, who extends a key to the door and lets in the first of about 20 D.A.R.T. S.W.A.T. F.B.I. COPS, who proceeded to Raid The Club, evacuating all show-hopefuls to the street, where we all stood huddled, sifting through the clutter of conversation for some answers. More battle-attired officials (now a few with anonymity masks) swarm inside, all visible windows lit wildly with flashlight beams lasering each surface, sweeping up walls and into corners. Bar staff can be seen unscrewing light fixtures and opening fuse boxes, WHERE ARE THE DRUGS MOTHERFUCKER.

We were told to remove our gear, we loaded out into the van while people still loitered for information, got given 1/3 of our promised money and got the fuck to Orlando. When we left the club, a notice had been posted on the window that it was slated to be DEMOLISHED.

WANNA GO TO DIZZZZNY WORLD?

new photos in the flickr! i'm going to see dreams now, like floating weird facepaint ones!

the sea fell off but the sun is still on and the skin goes crack! under blankets

in a hotel room outside of knoxville, a day off to relax

i love CHARLESTON SOUTH CAROLINA

we went to the beach

we played a sweet fucking house show

we met aaaaamazing people who could dig in DEEEP, man.

it was THE OCEAN.

pro-kitchen

have fallen behind with updates, but have not FALLEN down except for in ecstasy over seeing the oft longed-for faces of emily (in NYC) and christopher (in Providence).  nebraska gatherings east coast style seem right proper. should be doing big dinners before each show with everyone together. hard to organize, though.

right now i am blessedly sitting at alex svoboda's giant of a house where ten people live and every single inch of it is wonderful and inspiring. BIG GARDEN. big whiteboards for MEETINGS. big poster about break dancing. 

our show last night at the art space and bar and taqueria (i saw no tacos, boo-hoo) went pretty well, with a lot of rain on the streets and coming from the sky. 

holy hot damn NYC was the shit. i need some questions to answer about it- there is just too much lodged in my brain now to siphon it out sans some order. maybe after coffee- it is pretty early here. here's a brief scatter:

elliason yellow lemon light sculpture mirror octagon inversion dance of yolur face fifty times/times square breaking brain flood pictures and sculptures>>can candy speak?>>weird boats with no river>>an active room play making music with the omnipresent david byrne>>firehydrantkiss on the blue reebok squish video/jumprope brooklyn giant leap over/manhattan bridge waker with china town in mind..golden king..backyard painting//watermelon//moving chairs//missing the action.. no accident.

one point i'd like to make immediately is that we played with the band "zs" and they pulped my expectations of live shows with their sonic blenders on at different speeds until picking the sax out of the mix was a pleasure and playing with them again in baltimore a SUPERTREAT.

http://www.zzzsss.com

following the link "projects" is fun if you have ear-time

going for a walk now- - - we passed a HUGE castle.

late update (OLD) but forthcoming NYC new!

talk about finding some ways to respond to new situ'z- like applying a damp cloth to wounds

same cloth, different wound- different reaction

self as cloth?

uncanny!

It is hard to make plans for a place iIve never been. A plan about the bottom of the ocean? or a coral reef?  try and try! 

Rochester still! A comfortable street, a cute couple. a door that closes without sound. Just enough sound. Gardenias and no but NO litter. Oh wait, that plastic bag did fall out of the van. 

A tall man with a hat sings from the window- top of the house- bringing the bird to him. Softer thunder than i've ever heard, rehearsal for a real storm-trauma. 

It is helpful to imagine a bridge. It is helpful to surrender to walking over it, not knowing what is on the other side. You might bring a crossword puzzle for the 20 minutes where the only part of your body that will move is your hand. There had better be a pen in that hand. You had better listen to 'Giggy Smile' by Faust over and over again or you will never forgive yourself. You had better see resemblance in faces you'd never guessed. You should guess and guess and guess.

Some said to me: you can go to New York City wearing "A fuggen snowsuit and flippers, yellin' about Porno" and nobody will give you a second glance. Or light yourself on fire just walking down the street. 

Only Buddhist Monks get any attention for that. 

You should find out if Sociologists over 30 who are still interested in Youth Culture are just kidding themselves.

You should check out the Wetlands in Pennsylvania and New York.

You should continue getting so excited that you nearly pee in your shorts. 

I am writing fortune cookie lines.

I PROMISE NOT TO EAT SARDINES IN THE VAN IF DARREN PROMISES NOT TO OFFER ME A "LINE OF MEAT DUST" TO SNORT WHEN HE IS FINISHED EATING BEEF JERKY. (and pick up your wrappers)

I am finding it hard to write about the shows themselves. Here comes the BIG rain.

I am going inside to wake those dudez UP. 

Maybe I can get someone else to write about the shows. Are you interested in hearing "how the show went"? Do you want to see the spreadsheet about LP sales?

We have sold No Tees.

MORE SOON< LOVE TEAL>

p.s. I am going to try and get a tour of Cabinet Magazine HQ in Brooklyn!!!!!

HEY we got the photos to prove it - - for ALL the reproofing required. remember, thusfar these images are only coming from my camera, there will be more. 

OH SAY YES.

(its on flickr)

(search for it)

(my photostream)

(my member name is teal.gardner)

is that house whatever whatever?

HELL YES!!

Hold Spokes Down

spooky. well, partially. 

tag, tag, tag.

m-f- stole my marker.

LISTEN TO GANG GANG DANCE 

it will spring up on you

played last night at Garfield Arts in Pittsburgh- the place is run by a Manny who made a funny joke about Ginko trees and Stegasauroses. Well slung between three different neighborhoods, the venue was a long rectangle with some art on the walls. SHORT STAGE! So I came down and danced a lot during the set. Sold a record to a super fast dancing kid who was sweating TONS. 

Went to a Kareoke Penthouse and thats where the shit gets tricky.

Rochester New York Today. I am in the parking lot.

MOM MOM MOM MOM MOM I LOVE MY MOM

see comment #3 on previous post for today's update. troubleshoot me.

Backpack Happens to be Bunny

First show is done. It happened at a place called BEAT Factory in a nondescript shopping spot and loft laden portion of Chicago. A burb-burrough? (I know nothing of the terminology which describes big city levels and tones.) It makes me feel very small potatoes, you know?

 Not a big turnout. They fed us dinner though (I had "beat salad" which included pears and pine nuts and bacon (asked for no bacon) and some kind of cheese (asked for no cheese). We played with a band J+J+J. I wonder what is going on with the "rave" thing right now? I can't tell if its coming in or going out, but it is totally unstable. The stage was big and the room was big and the merch sold slightly and the carpet was dirty so my feet were covered with what appeared to be black tar of some sort. I washed them in the sink in the bathroom basement which I definitely could not have done if the fans from the early show had still been there because they were terrifying and used way too many paper towels.

THE MUSIC IN THIS FUCKING PLACE IS INVASIVE TO SUCH AN EXTENT THAT MY HAIR FEELS THE TWISTED HIGH-VIBE OF THE TUNES AND REACTS TO IT IN A LATE NINETIES STONER FASHION- "ROCKIN OUT DUDE" WITH THE LEVELS PEAKING AT "WHAT THE FUCK EVER, SMILES FOR MILES" HANGING OUT OF MY HEMP ROWBOAT "WITH WOODEN BEADS ON THE ENDS." OR MAYBE THIS IS THE LONGEST BUS RIDE HOME FROM FIFTH GRADE EVER. 

Ok, more "the show." It was a hot and sweltering night, made more sweaty and insipid by the 800 or so fans of "Kill the Lights" and some other rock outfit created by the devil and sent to play in Chicago right before us. The crowd stunk of bilateral hair arrangement devices, These I Saw in the Rest Room where I was "over and over again" wrapped with paper towels and sprayed from behind with aerosol cans. I tagged stall #2 up good for that unwonted debauched shit. Cris Stoll came and we flicked words at each other for a while. He still calls himself a writer when people ask, which was exciting and hilarious, especially when it came to me explaining my "identity crutches". 

Nate also showed up, we stayed with him. What a total asshole.

City level note "Wicker Park" was visited today, and with relief I realized that I am for sure NOT a hipster. 

Now I am going to drink hard liquors with Darren across from the venue. Maybe more later? DOUBT IT.

Love, Teal

RUB up to the tank. like, the top of the gas tank.
Or the gun-tank. But this is way more peaceful.
Since Iowa has been a constant neighbor to the East,
rarely called pretty by Nebraska or anyone else, I've pretty much ignored it since starting life here in the midwest.
HEY: === preconceived notions of Iowa! ITS FUCKING GREEN. And from the seat of the golden Chrysler travel drop I'm riding in, Looks endlessly hilled, shirted with trees, shaved to different texture levels of live plants, and frilled with cows.
The look of farmland, at this point, is HIGHLY inspired. (*Impending global food crisis terror-quake-face)

I've only been awake for about five minutes, since passing out COMPLETELY (head shoved at a rolled up sleeping bag, legs bent loosely at the knee) after leaving Omaha where we dropped off some records, had pizza and (huggingly to Chelsea) got the fuck out.

There goes Casey's General Store "Hoe-made Pizza To Go" Semi Truck, and a shrug of Canada Geese.

Oh yeah! The vinyl looks britching-g-g-. Micah Shmeeds did the optikal art of the week for the cover, and it practically looks 3-D or hidden picture or whatever. The back has a fan letter we got from this freaking girl. You'll see. I still haven't heard it through the needle though. But soon.

My mouth tastes like blood, maybe forever?
Jap band in the speakers, sounds like a mousetrap horror party wash for jazzercise moms on truck-coke.
Giant wind turbine named "Stuart"

Love, TRRRRL

really side from arm

TO THE LEFT
TO THE RIGHT
be sure to sleep well tonight

WEEE

PRUDE KID

WE ARE GETTING THE RECORDS ON THURSDAY NIGHT!!!!
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!!!!
LEAVING ON FRIDAY THEN AFTER THAT
AND I AM GETTING MY wisdom tooth TAKEN OUT ON THURSDAY MORNING
there is no grosser thing than DRY SOCKET
sounds so disgusting, WHO MADE THAT UP!?!?

UUVVWWZ Tarck

Hi, 

I'm Teal's brother. I might be posting stuff up here once in a while.

My track bike has a UUVVWWZ vinyl sticker on the downtube.

Pre-Sting Face Strap To The Sunday

Spending the little time today that have somewhat quiet to fix and make blog possible.

Standing at mom's house about to have dinner and wondering "what to take on tour" and "have you even seen the insides of my suitcases lately??" Another thing, how many pairs of underwear to take? Will these sandals hold up? Can I borrow Yet Another Digital Camera?

Is it possible to Shrink People and take them in the van?

Will I be able to keep nonsmoking on the trip?

LOOVE, TEAL