28N Journal

I figured now was a good time for the first installment in the 28N journal. There have been some new developments that I feel are noteworthy and I would like to share them with whomever is bored enough to be reading my useless blather.

Nate and I ventured out to Fred-town last weekend, complete with an Adam and the Weight CD and a mysterious odor emanating from "The Stratus". We arrived on Thursday evening with Stork and crashed the party at 40 Center. After "exceeding our limitations" (see "So Predictable") we hit the downtown scene, with "The Dave" in tow, and spoke to others as little as possible to avoid making complete fools of ourselves.

Thursday passed and Friday came, with the expectation that we would be departing for Toronto. We hoped to "take in the city" then retire to our hotel early, rested and refreshed for our writing session on Saturday with The B-Group Music Producer Brent Bodrug. Well, plans they changed, and we were Fredonia's for another night.

On Friday afternoon, we got to hang with our brutha from anutha mutha, Rio, before he hit the casino. It was great to see him again...it had been too long. We played some music, watched a little bit of the "Super Troopers" DVD, and discussed the art of shrink wrapping. Good times.

It's Friday night now, and there we were sitting in 40 Center surrounded by an over-abundance of alcohol and nothing else to occupy our attention. Nate and I decided, with the help of our Tour Manager, "The Dave", that if we were going to be productive on Saturday, we had to get the hell outta Dodge, and fast. So we left 40 Center and headed down to Barker Brew for a single tasty treat and an ambient atmosphere. One tasty treat and a snifter of bourbon later, our attempt at doin' the right thing was failing miserably and we threw in the towel.

Saturday, 7:45 AM, N-Do and I are both awake before our 8 AM wake-up call (no thanks to "The Dave", who is in a deep slumber full of erotic dreams, as evidenced by his morning wood). We are suffering (see Busch beer + bourbon + trash plate), but we soldier on, attempting to brush our teeth without triggering our gag reflex...again we fail miserably. We pick up Luda-Kris at 9 AM and depart for Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

We arrive at Brent's abode looking worse for the wear. He is not at all shocked. He has seen Nate in this state before. We write a new tune entitled, "So Predictable", loosely based on Friday night's events. Our work in the "Great White North" is done, and it's back to The States. We get through Customs without a hitch. We must look like decent fellas...or maybe the myterious odor emanating from "The Stratus" was enough to dissuade a search of the vehicle.

Arrive in Fredonia and head straight to Rio's to discuss our impending show. We are so looking forward to rocking Old Main Inn on November 6th. It's been awhile since we've rocked the house with Rio and we can't wait. We are prepared to "blow the roof off the dump" (see Dave Letterman). We toss out some setlist ideas and some rehearsal dates and then depart for downtown Fredonia.

Luda-Kris, N-Do, and The Beat head into Muldoon's and find Dash at the center of the party. We have some cocktails and Dash informs people of our new record deal with Jive records. God love him. It's now last call and we head back to The Dave's room for some much needed sleep.

Here it is, Sunday morning...we have survived the weekend. We sleep in (Dave has been nice enough to give up his bed, sleeping on the couch from his suite room...isn't he sweet ladies?) then head on over to the Willy C. for some fine eats. We say our goodbyes to our tour manager (The Dave) and thank him for his help and hospitality on our tour of Western NY and Eastern CA.

It's a starry Sunday night and we are received by the bright lights of Newcomb at 8 PM. I gather my bags and Adam and the Weight CD from the Stinky Stratus and I'm home. Only three weeks to go until the triumphant return of 28N to Fredonia and the recording of our new EP! Then the Big Apple awaits our arrival in '04. We wanna touch the sky, and we've just begun to try (see "Climb").

Signing off,
Lowell