last chance for a slow dance

last saturday night was magical. we, the ironclads, can't put into words the love and appreciation we feel for those who came out. those who cried during our set. the good folks that sang our songs and bum rushed the stage during "cape canaveral". my head was literally in the rafters as our set came to a close but it felt like i was much higher than that. there was even a momentum shifting slow clap that fixed jamie's equipment problem. it was one of those moments you wanted to capture like a ship in a bottle. fitting an unforgettable night into a cozy space on the bookshelf of your bedroom. living out an old glory before bedtime.

i don't know what else to say. um, thanks to doctor doctor (fuucking rad!) and we wrote the book on connectors (the captain's of the future!) for gracing the stage of the high dive with us. I'd never seen WE before and I must say they were incredibly good showmen and equally hilarious.

we are not dead. we're just on hiatus. come the grey gentle drizzle of november, we'll begin to remove the sleep from our eyes. scratch our aching bellies and let out a great yawn...leading up to that first piss after hibernation. that piss will be an ep of ironclads songs which we will begin working/fist-fighting/scheming the conception of. That is not to say it'll be recorded in the winter but come spring....we will give birth once more.

A wise man once said, "Get off the tracks when the trains coming through, butthead."

That man was Jack Parkman and that movie was Major League 2.

The line is fitting of our band because when we come back, we're going to run you over. Make no mistake about it, these blog threats are real. The songs on the ep are going to outshine the old ones and they're going to be sonic examples of our new found self-indulgence. We're going to enlist the Boston pops to emulate a swarm of bees on "killer bees". Jamie is going to have 14 vocal tracks, 3 of which are auto-tuned, 2 of which are chopped and screwed and 1 of which is actually Christopher Walken doing a David Bowie impression on the song "aye, aye, aye". I'm going to borrow all 92 Boredoms drummers from that one insane rhythmic concept album for the song "trees". By then Nora will have completed her vocal training from the girl who's in Evanescence for our erotic cover of "O, Fortuna". Thom is going to play our next 3 shows dressed as Ace Frehley.

bootleggers get stitches.
just kidding.
that would be an honor in a weird way, maybe?

don't forget about the 'clads. we won't forget about you.

-pdb