…from a show in Brooklyn! Team Pittsburgh drove through a gigantic blizzard the entire way to New York, except for the last 40 minutes, which was dry and snowless. Leaving the mobile snow globe was like taking a highway exit to another planet. Isn’t weather odd?

Speaking of odd, at Spike Hill, a very nice club, we crammed ourselves onto a long and shallow stage which smelled alternately of baking cinnamon rolls and french fries. None of the boys, however, have confirmed the odors - they could be a result of the two violent electrical shocks Megan received before and during the performance from the house amplifier she wasn’t even using! All parties agree, however, that it was an average of 85 degrees onstage.

Well, what other factoids do we have for you? It wasn’t our best show, but it wasn’t our worst, and people filled the “pass-the-hat” receptacle (not even remotely hat shaped, but “pass-the-canister” sounds a bit sinister, like a militia hideout game in which you wear a gas mask and only a few survive) with $56, which paid for our passage across the Brooklyn Bridge! Plus a few other things, I’m sure.

Joe, Steve, and Megan spent the next evening rehearsing for our stripped down Saturday Light Brigade show on February 7. For some reason, the Children’s Museum didn’t want our music in all of its guitar pedal screaming glory! But we’re excited about the acoustic arrangements of our songs, including several from “In The Impossible Tension” that you may not have heard live.