Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Tears Begin to Flail...

Ben and the Rat have just crawled out the escape hatch of TLASILA's Atlanta bunker HQ, climbed aboard the patriot blue SUV, and scurried off through the morning haze to sun-dappled environs southward. Thus, the tour comes to a bittersweet close...

Thanks to everyone across the States who attended the gigs, provided us with comfort and sustenance before and after, and lent their inestimable talents and enthusiasm in helping us document the crazed trek. Special thanks to the terrific performers who shared the various stages with us - from the bracing improvisations of Taiwan Deth in Nashville to the brooding lovecore stylings of Rock at NYC's Club Midway, we were consistently energized and emboldened by their fine support. Finally, massive, super-sincere thanks to the far-flung members of the collective who took time from busy schedules to again board the Andrea Dorea, and to guest performers who snuck in under the wire throughout the land.

Gigantic photo upload and post amendment flurry soon.

My vocal cords are fatigued, the resultant cough seems ineradicable, and my ass is just plain draggin'. We pulled off 22 performances in 19 days, covering 11,000 miles in the process. In my admittedly frazzled estimation, the best To Live and Shave in L.A. tour, ever.

TS

TLASILA in Flouts of the Midway...

(Photos uploaded May 20, 2007.)

We're fried, desiccated, fucking done... Our final gig, at Avenue B's excessively rouged but nonetheless dolorous Club Midway, found us sandwiched between doe-eyed Leslie Wests and goths dressed more like Bergen Point Country Club caddies than Blade 2 rave scene extras. A perfect send-off for a tour seeped in splendid absurdities. Don Fleming and Andrew W.K. were at last on hand, as were Mark Shellhaas and Kelly Jamison... Our esteemed majordomo and executive rotgut analyst Chris Grier was in particularly ribald fettle. A select cell of old bomb-building pals gathered round for the terminal detonation, and we hope the resultant blast characteristics were to everyone's liking. We began with "Bullet in the Back," eased into "This Home and Fear," sliced through tendrils to assay "Leaving It Up to You," and closed with "Mothers Over Silverpoint." We sounded like Midnight Oil, bad Depeche Mode, and the Lovin' Spoonful simultaneously! Can't wait until we can kill all of you again...

Pix follow; the latter trio were taken by WFMU's Brian Turner:





















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Tom