East Village Radio

we debuted a new tune at East Village Radio in NYC! hope ya dig!

Aaron and Xenu the Scientolilogical OverLord play a game of interstellar free word association

SAN FRANCISCO IS BEATYFULL. Sadly, there was no chance to grab Mission burritos as our van needed some repairs. We played Hemlock Tavern and it ruled. We met this rad dude named Buick (awesome!) in a Slayer shirt that really picked up what Howlies was puttin' down. We smoked out in the street, which is cool here. I love this town, the air, the water, the homeless dudes camped out in the screet, the "cops don't mess with you" element. Wow. California KNow$ how to partay! Cal-if-ornia KNow$ how to partay!
In the CIIIIIIIIIITY!

-Aaronskis

We have a Matt???? maybe...

Well folks. Don't know if you are up on the story here but Matt was abducted around Roswell where Area 51 is. Along came an alien appearing as Matt who plays bass good and eats anti-freeze. Well now that we've been in L.A. for a little while, I've come to believe that the somewhat friendly alien conspirator is actually Xenu. For those not familiar check this out.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenu

Really I just want the real Matt back. I miss him. I tried to throw Xenu in the La Brea tar pits when we were there but he's one wily intergalactic son-o-ma-bitch.

We played Kim Fowley's Sexual Underground party while here. While MC'ing the show he asked at least 3 or 4 girls if they were dogs, or if they were shaved, or if they wanted to be pen pals with dudes on death row. No one stopped laughing and we had a effin blast!

Thanks to all the folks who came to see us in the city of angels. We loved it and are coming back soon. LONG LIVE FISH TACO TRUCKS IN ECHO PARK!

-Aaron

Texas, the solar system, and probes

Well dear readers. its A. I tried to take video of one of those cool desert mountains with the flat tops, but the vid didn't come out that good and the light was too bright.
Normally I wouldn't post sub-par material (ha, yes I would) but unbeknownst to me this would be the last known footage of bass player Matt Forsee before he was brutally abducted and probed by an alien in Roswell, New Mexico (side note, the spell checker is saying unbeknownst is wrong, but I looked it up and its right albeit on the antiquated side...but I digress). Whats important to note here is that Matt's final hours were happy ones. He ate Krispy Kreme donuts and sang along to his favorite Michael MacDonald and Cher songs while dreaming of one day owning a fleet of Hofner basses inscribed with cute pictures of cat faces. Matt was a lover of the sensual things in life. The man couldn't being any more pleased than when sitting in some cold ass AC, smoking some good herb, eating a soft serve, and playing with some pussies. I affectionately knew him as the Cat Whisperer Cesar Milan Foreskin, or Phat Morsee, or Matt Foreskin, or Matty Boombatty... you get the idea. Any man of such depth has many names.
Matt wherever you are, I hope you are surrounded by some great pussy cats.

We now have an alien substitute for Matt who looks and talks just like him but drinks Antifreeze and can calculate pie out to 100 decimals. He/it/she whatev wants to investigate rockin and a rollin through the eyes of a musician hence the switch up. This alien man heard the first broadcast of Elvis on the Ed Sullivan show recently and has been hooked ever since.

I tried to feed it some soft serve the other day but he shot it with a laser considering it hostile. For an alien, it has stellar (ha) bass playing skills. I know one thing. Even though this son-o-ma-bitch traveled light years to get here, he ain't no road dog like the Foreskin was. I suspect this dude is gonna bitch out in about 1000 miles, or like 30 van farts...whichever comes first. when he does I'm gonna say bon-voyage star fucker! bring back our boombatty! (kick to the grill, roundhouse)

Matthew Foreskin, wherever you are, don't take it bending over...unless your into it.

-A

Flatonia Texas and the great beyond

Here is a picture of some awesome/beautiful ladies in Flo-rida.


I haven't written in a while.
So today I got a bug. Hello peoples.
Well well where are we. Texas.
Houston had lift off last night.
Last night Howlies lifted off in Houston.
The mink is the place to be when you there.
Two stories of crumbling alcohol soaked rock club just the way it should be.


holy smokes Texas is hot.
hot like 103 degrees
I've drank a jug of water over the last 2 hrs or so and don't have to pee.
Where is it going? feel like I should be floating.
its also flat. town here called flatonia.
maybe in colorado a town called mountonia? that'd be awesome.
You are awesome. I am awesome.

We doing all of North America this time and its ABOUT TIME
ha

Good bye : )

World $$$$$$

Woah we haven't blogged in a long time! what's the deal you might ask. WELL WELL WELL. I dunno. busy busy. We're doing tons of in-stores, and the album is finally out and its been tons-o-fun. Due to our busy nature, I'm offering a highlights timeline of what has happened since our tour started.

Jan 3o we leave Atlanta for Greenville NC where a house party turns into madhouse. See entry below.

Feb 3rd. Our album "Trippin' with Howlies" comes out and deepens the world financial crises due to people spending all their money hoarding copies. The SouthEast Asian market is hit particularly bad. To date Howlies have sold 4 billion copies. There are 6 billion and counting humans walking around on this thing. My question is: what the hell are the other two billion doing? Watching Project Runway? yikes! On the bright side, if the 4 billion albums were divided amongst humans, each 1 and 1/2 humans could get their own copy. We don't discriminate against size, or denominations of humans.

Somewhere along the way a dude whose shirt was lined with 100's of beer caps picked up a $5 off a table, rubbed it on his nuts, and put it back like a booby trap. This happened near our merch table. Then when 20 minutes had passed and no one picked up the $5, he used it to buy us a pitcher of beer. All's well that ends well I suppose.

A woman cried after our show in Baltimore b/c she said it was so good. I'm not joking. I don't know how to react to that kind of thing. Then she smoked a fat joint in the bathroom.

Our lights have broken. Anyone with some good ideas for cheap stage light installations hit me up!

We got to do a DayTrotter sesh, to be released later. That place is amazing. Whole thing recorded to half inch tape. The engineers were exceptional.

This week we play our NYC album release party at Death By Audio in BK on Thursday. Come one come all. Its going to be a sick time. wooooooooof!

I'd like to shout out to my family. Wood clan! I miss y'all dearly.


Jan 31 2010. Howlies play first concert on the Moon.

World $$$$$$

Woah we haven't blogged in a long time! what's the deal you might ask. WELL WELL WELL. I dunno. busy busy. We're doing tons of in-stores, and the album is finally out and its been tons-o-fun. Due to our busy nature, I'm offering a highlights timeline of what has happened since our tour started.

Jan 3o we leave Atlanta for Greenville NC where a house party turns into madhouse. See entry below.

Feb 3rd. Our album "Trippin' with Howlies" comes out and deepens the world financial crises due to people spending all their money hoarding copies. The SouthEast Asian market is hit particularly bad. To date Howlies have sold 4 billion copies. There are 6 billion and counting humans walking around on this thing. My question is: what the hell are the other two billion doing? Watching Project Runway? yikes! On the bright side, if the 4 billion albums were divided amongst humans, each 1 and 1/2 humans could get their own copy. We don't discriminate against size, or denominations of humans.

Somewhere along the way a dude whose shirt was lined with 100's of beer caps picked up a $5 off a table, rubbed it on his nuts, and put it back like a booby trap. This happened near our merch table. Then when 20 minutes had passed and no one picked up the $5, he used it to buy us a pitcher of beer. All's well that ends well I suppose.

A woman cried after our show in Baltimore b/c she said it was so good. I'm not joking. I don't know how to react to that kind of thing. Then she smoke a fat joint in the bathroom.

Our lights have broken. Anyone with some good ideas for cheap stage light installations hit me up!

We got to do a DayTrotter sesh, to be released later. That place is amazing. Whole thing recorded to half inch tape. The engineers were amazing.

This week we play our NYC album release party at Death By Audio in BK on Thursday. Come one come all. Its going to be a sick time. wooooooooof!

I'd like to shout out to my family. Wood clan! I miss y'all dearly.


Jan 31 2010. Howlies play first concert on the Moon.

Stockholm Syndrome

Our tour got off to a chaotic start Friday night in Greenville, North Carolina. We played a house called Stockholm. The proprietors assured me they'd reinforced the floor especially for the show. By the time we played, 150 or so kids had crammed into the living room & kitchen. It was dark. The only light was our flashing light, which was under Aaron's floor tom, pointed straight up. We were set up on the floor, so I could only see the first 50 or so people. But when I stood on top of my amp for the Adaptation finale, I was shocked to see all those people crammed into that tiny house. The slightest push from the back created domino pushes which increased in force until the front row came crashing into our faces. I got smacked in the mouth with my mic so many times I thought I would chip a tooth. But aside from the pushing & moshing & piles of broken glass on the floor, I think everyone was having fun.
During the second song, this drunk dude elbowed his way up front & grabbed my tambourine. At first he was just banging it on the side of Aaron's bass drum. Then he started shaking it directly in my face. I mean, an inch from my face. I tried to swat it away a few times, but no dice. Finally I stopped playing guitar & grabbed the tambourine. He wouldn't let it go. We had a little tug-of-war. After a few seconds of this, I lost my patience. I grabbed him by the back of his neck and slammed him down onto Aaron's floor tom. At this point, the song stopped, the drums fell over, everything came unplugged, and the light went out. Lost in total darkness. I was flailing around on the ground with this guy, seconds away from crushing his face with the butt-end of my 65 Olympic, when he was pulled away, put into a choke hold, and kicked out of Stockholm.
But there was a moment down there on the floor when I felt a kind of sympathy for him. He was just a drunk guy who got too close to the fire. Are you out there, flannel shirt dude? Holla back! I'm not mad anymore. I think we could become friends. Let's watch the video together & talk about it. Miss U!
-Justin
p.s. We love you G-Vegas!

We Be Trippin'

It is the eve of Howlies' 2009 World Tour, and I am sequestered in a secret location somewhere in Eastern North Carolina, doing lots of transcendental meditation and preparing my body for the road. This tour will take us to SXSW. Will Howlies play Rachel Ray's now-infamous day party? I cannot say at this time, but if so, expect to see Mrs. Ray herself onstage with us dueting the Who's classic rock anthem "Won't Get Fooled Again".
Back in October, we attended her CMJ show at some bar in the Village that Bob Dylan used to play at back in the early '60s when it was called something else and didn't have neon lights/flatscreen TVs everywhere. Tried to get a group photo, which would have been the first installment of a blog series called "WWHF?", but unfortunately a good photo opp did not present itself. Hopefully, we can make it happen in Austin.

TRIPPIN' WITH HOWLIES drops Tuesday, February 3rd. If you want to help us jack up our SoundScan numbers, buy it at Amazon, Insound, Target, Best Buy, Virgin Records, or from one of the nice Chinese ladies on Canal Street. Otherwise, come to our show and buy it straight from the horse's ass. Mouth. Whatever. Rock on, people! The change has finally come...
-Justin

Zombie Pokemon

hi its aaron. last night I had a very lucid, food induced dream. have you ever eaten too much b4 you go to bed and had really vivid dreams b/c of it? well last night that happened to me. and as a i haven't written a blog in a minute I thought I'd relate. I was sleeping on a green couch in a friends house in vermont trying not to think of the mouse infestation they claimed to have. I can't handle small rodents. they freak me out. but thats a story for another time.

well, this was a zombie dream. I tend to have these a lot. I think i secretly want some kind of zombie shit to go down in real life just so I can be tested in a survival type manner. thats crazy I know. maybe I've seen too many movies. One day I just need to make a zombie film and get it out of my system.

in this zombie dream it started off pretty typical. some virus got out, people and animals alike reacted to it by becoming simultaneously extremely aggressive, and kind of dumbed-down. then in later stages of the infection limbs would deteriorate and fall off...sores around the mouth. you get the picture. so I holed up in this bass pro shop with the drummer from Def Leopard and Rachel Ray. Rachel flew in in a prius, and Def Leopard dude was just there. I got a hold of a shotgun, which I have no idea how to use in real life, and was a seasoned veteran when it came to shooting zombies outside and quickly re-loading so as to maximize kills as the mob attempted to break in the front door. I think Def Leopard was using his mouth and arm to shoot a bow and arrow at the zombies as he is missing an arm. Rachel was happy to walk around with this small blue gremlin she found living in the bathroom. I tried to get her excited about killing some un-dead folks, but she was busy getting to know the blue gremlin, and then she asked us if we wanted some take out marshmallows. she knew a great place. an un-dead zombie Pokemon character who looked a little like a sunfish flew through the barricaded front door and almost broke down our resistance. I believe we killed him by opening a tent in front of him, which apparently scared him to death. or 2nd death as it were. amidst the whole madness of killing zombies it was understood that we were waiting on a tomato delivery that was coming on the dog-truck from Dumb and Dumber. I have no idea why, but we had to clear a path for this truck to make its delivery, which is weird b/c last week I had a dream that Matt 4c and i were tomato farmers. I have tomatoes on the brain I suppose. eventually a giant rope ladder was dropped mysteriously from the top of this bass pro shop and we all started climbing. I took the dead Pokemon up w/ me for research purposes and it was slimey but smelled like bubalicious.
when we climbed up the ladder and out through the ceiling we found ourselves in the same bass pro shop but the whole thing was upside down and there were no zombies outside, and instead of hunting supplies they sold fruit and those crocs shoes.. that was good. that was good enough for us.

Life as a Cyclops

Life as a cyclops would make me sad and blue
for I would only have one eye to take a look at you
You'd think I was a monster, with that one glaring eye
I'd leave you alone if you wanted
so that you wouldn't cry

I bet I'd always think about trying to look less scary
and dream about a cyclops girl who I might want to marry
yeah life with just one eye, isn't always fun
but for the sake of just once seeing you
its better than having none

-A : )

my sisters don't even know about our album! WTF?

so. I was visiting my awesome family who loves my band so much. We thought we might make a blog entry. turns out my sisters are too busy saving lives as nurses.
but howlies love them anyway. !

Visiting folks and Chili.

Two days off and visiting family! Werd. Justin and I have been roommates for a while. Previous to now, I've only been able to steal his Mom's chili, in frozen tupperware form when he brought it to the casa after visiting with his folks. Well we had a feast of it last night and it was awesome. thats what I looked like afterward. Onward to NOLA! can't wait. been watchin True Blood which is all about some Louisiana magic, vampires, and Voodoo. We'll be conjurin the laos. laterz!

ITS TOOOOO COLD!

NYC and Scottish bathroom goers

Hello its Aaron. every time i go to NYC i wish I lived there. so much energy, so many good places to see music, best coffee anywhere, so much randomness the list goes on. just so damn $$$$$$. ya know?

Howlies was able to play four shows and watch 20+ shows during CMJ. quite a week.

Random-ass things that happened to me in NYC:
1. A dude yelled at me and a female friend asking if we wanted to f**k while we were walking down the street. We ignored him, walked past, and he continued to repeat the question, louder and louder. awkward. there are crazies everywhere but he certainly gets the craziest award of the month from me.
2. An Arabic store owner took 10 minutes to tell me that cigarettes in NYC cost $10 a pack because of the infidel U.S. government and its taxes. he clearly wanted to vent and chose me as the listener. His accent was so thick I couldn't understand shit besides taxes, outrageous cigarettes, and infidel gov't. Then he talked about a Swedish woman who bought unfiltered cigarettes and tried to return them after smoking one. Thats when I pretended to hit the "wrap it up" button from Dave Chappele show and blazed out. I think he continued to rant to thin-air after I left.
3. While waiting in line to enter one of three locked stalls and use a bathroom in a nightclub, a dude butted in front of me only to bash obnoxiously on every door a couple times, until everyone in each stall trying to handle their bizness was really pissed. Then he left abruptly so that everyone would think it was me that did the knockin. I decided to split too, after hearing a Scottish man yell from inside the stall, "Still f*cking busy! ya f*ckin cunt!"
4. a drunk crying woman asked to hug me randomly. I said ok and it lasted 10 minutes. then I tried to get her water and she disappeared.

ok thats it. We had fun. GOOOOOODBYE!

I just wanna know where the gold at

a blair witch trip to CMJ

Chimera

Chimera.mp3

Satan of Silverlake

Just got off the phone with Kim Fowley. He wanted me to tell you that he uploaded some clips from his new film SATAN OF SILVERLAKE, starring us.
Click HERE for our big scene.

Kim describes it like this: "Howlies wear their Animal Skin Hats and beat on their Sex Drums. These Lust Mechanics are a musical Sex Gang who play live music in the American waste land for all of the Internet sex starved dreamers."

SATAN OF SILVERLAKE is obviously the most important cinematic achievement of the 21st century, and we're happy to be a part of it. Enjoy!

-Justin

BAMA!

DISCLAIMER!!!!!
Before I tell this tragicomic tale, I'd like to warn you: I adhere to the strictest rules of journalism. Thusly, I will be employing copious profanity & drug references, so that I might relate the facts to you, dear readers, just as they occurred. All names have been changed to protect the guilty. Friends and family, consider yourself warned...

6 am. Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Howlies found themselves entrenched in a brutal, 3-out-of-5 Wii Bowling tournament with the dude who was putting us up. Let's just say things got a little out of hand. Our host, who I will call 'Frank', had this giant baseball trophy sitting in his living room, and I guess he was trying to get rid of it because he put it on the line. It was a glorious piece of shit, with not 1 but 2 plastic/gold batters. I'd say it stood about 4'5". Because Matt was on Frank's team, it didn't really matter who won, we were going home with that trophy. And we were excited about this. The plan was to turn it into a hood ornament for our van.
So, 2 games in, Brandon and I were kicking ass. Turkey after turkey was rolled. Frank was becoming increasingly pissed off. He'd talked a lot of smack all night about his Wii Bowling skills, but for some reason he just couldn't get it together. Maybe he was rusty, or maybe it was all the Jager and Adderal he consumed. Not sure. All I know is, every missed spare sent him into wild, Chris Farley-esque outbursts of profanity.
In turns, he would calm down and become almost rational. At one point, he showed me his pinky. 'You see this ring? It's a piece of shit key ring. I wear it to remind me that cocaine is a piece of shit drug... but if you got any I'll do it!' (hey mom, just for the record I don't do cocaine or Adderal).
Aaron, who had been separated from the group (this happens a lot) sent me a text which read: 'I'm trapped in a weird nightmare'. When I read this out loud, Matt made the off-hand comment 'I wonder what he would think about this nightmare'. Frank, overhearing this, launched into an Adderal-crazed frenzy, demanding that we 'GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW YOU ELITIST MOTHERFUCKERS!!!'
And yeah, Matt is an elitist motherfucker, but I really just think he meant it as a joke. Frank wasn't going to listen to reason, though, he just kept on screaming. Brandon, who I sometimes call Nelson Brandella, attempted to pacify Frank, but it wasn't happening. We grabbed our sleeping bags in a hurry & got the hell out of there, Frank's wild rage spilling out into the streets behind us. By then it was about 7 am and we were dead tired. Luckily, A girl named Heather had been present for the whole bloody tournament. She offered us her living room floor out of pity.
We were 10 miles out of town when it hit me. I turned to Matt, sighed, and said: 'We really should've grabbed that trophy.'

-Justy

Greenville up to no good

hello there. its Aaron. we just rocked in greenville and I'm currently surrounded by some of the kewless peeps I've hung out with in a while. I don't know what they put in the water here, but its awesome. last night at the spider skull a bunch of people waited outside to see us play, while taking down bottles of wine, cases of busch, and just about any cheap gas station libation that can get you drunk. a dude even showed up with a wolf hat. the bands we played with were screamo. which reminded me of the tickle me emo vid on youtube. not that emo and screamo have a connection, but I wish that there was a tickle me screamo vid on youtube. that way when the kid touches screamo's belly he could say, "ARRGGGGHHH AGGGGHHH, gutteral screams communicate the pain I have which no one understands! ARRGHH I wish my guitar was twice as loud and hence twice as angry. RAAAA music makes me mad/sad/bad temper!!!!"

ha! I can't dig that shit. sorry. Would Dionysus dig post screamo-core vampire rock? dunno. He'd prob just eat some grapes and say f*ck it.

I LOVE YOU MUCH. -A

Red Coke

Chinese Takeover is happening now & I'm cool with it. Couldn't be any worse than the American Way. By the way--HOWLIES are for Barack and all, but maybe America should let somebody else be the Big Dog for a while. Why not give China a shot?
Oh wait, I just tasted it and somebody put Kool-Aid in there. So no Red Coke yet, but that shit is inevitable!

Blog of Howlies is Sad & Lonely

The Blog of Howlies is sad & lonely because he does not know who reads him. Are you out there, dear readers? If so, please leave us some love/hate comments. Where my brooklynvegan haters at?! Holla atcha boy!!!

I learned how to dance in a seat today

This man absolutely made my day/week. My buddy Ryan and I were playing trivial pursuit and witnessed this dude just randomly raging to any song playing in the coffee bar. AWESOME!

-Aaron

NYC Day 1: Kirsten Dunst & Wet Parsley

We rolled into Greenwich Village at about 11:30 Sunday night and headed straight to Fat Cat's for some drunken ping pong. Saw Kirsten Dunst outside smoking cigarettes w/ the dude from the Mac commercials. Aaron (who has been in love with Kirsten Dunst since Interview w/ the Vampire) gave her the test-pressing of our 7". It was the only copy we had. Meanwhile, Matt went across the street with some random dude & came back with a $40 bag of wet parsley. Where's the camera when you need it?!
All in all, I'd say we're off to a good start!
-J

the alphabet country game. I suck.

we played the alphabet country game to kill some time in our van Vanessa. you had provide a remark about the country as well. the following is what transpired.

Afghanistan (alleged hiding place of Osama)
Brazil (hottest girls in the world)
China (come on china take me over)
Dominican Republic (matt has been there and is famous) (I didn't get this)
England (wowy zowy)
Fiji (girls, beaches)
Georgia (john mcain said we are all georgians right now)
Honduras (justin has a stuffed frog from Honduras)
Iran (I didn't get this)
Jordan
Kenya
Latvia (always hot chicks)
Mozambique (our tour manager says his grandfather flew helicopters and found oil)
Nigeria
there is only one o and its Oman. oman is namo backwards.
Peru (Peruvian food is the shit, and Lima sounds like a cool city)
Qatar (the only country with a q)
Romania (thank you for count chocula)
Slovakia
this is as far as we got b/c the computer is dying,
hasta manana!

Hair-on

Picures of Food w/ French Fries In It

Unfortunately, I didn't get a shot of my salad w/ fries in it, but here are some pics of Matt's dinner...



... and here it is going into his mouth.



That is all.

-J

Live-Blog About Nothing

Welcome to Pittsburgh! Welcome backstage! Welcome to my live-blog!

To quote Iggy Pop: I'm bored. I'm the chairman of the bored. I'm BORED. I'M TYPING SO BORED I'M GONNA BREAK MY MACBOOK AIR!!!
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The deal is, nothing can compare to last night. Columbus, Ohio is a land of rock n roll psychopaths. My god, what an audience. They liquored us up & coerced our darkest impulses. Our show became a 4-way wrestling match. At one point I actually knocked Aaron off his stool mid-drumroll. The whole thing was mad. The band after us covered Bobby Brown's 'My Perogative' (with baritone sax!). Why hadn't we thought of that?!

Rose Hips blew it up as well. Thanks to Danielle for letting us crash (sorry again about yer bed). Thanks also to Cara and to Ron for facilitating the whole process. For the record, I enjoyed the crotch-grabbing.

1 last thing about Columbus. We showed up to Carabar at about 6 pm and the girl from Times New Viking was there, just kind of hanging out. I had heard but never seen them. Well, this girl is fucking beautiful. Disarmingly beautiful. I didn't talk to her but we had a telepathic communication. It was as if she asked why are you staring at me?

But enough of these sweet Columbian memories! This is a live-blog (I think), so let's get back to the NOW. Pittsburgh. What's the deal with Pittsburgh? Where do the alt-bros and alt-chicks hang out? Where are all the rock n roll psychopaths? Why such a heavy military presence? And finally, where can I get a salad w/out french fries in it?

-Justin

Columbus Ohio and the crazy grass

Hello all from Aaron from Howlies from Ny from Fl from Ga, from North America, Earth, Milky way, and the Uiniverse. Columbus Ohio is a pretty rad town. The madman running the show was the most coolest, hospitable, "lets take a shot of whiskey" kind of guy you could ever meet. The he became a crotch grabber! Yikes!
Thanks to Ciara! Maggie! Chelsea! the most amazing crew ever. XOXOXOXOX's for ever. They have my plastic bling and I don't even want it back. Danielle invited us back for a dance party at her house. Despite my rather chaotic state of half drunkeness and extremely stonedness (thanks to the Columbus crazy grass) I was able to keep the party dancin with early stones, sly, animals, stevie, etc. it was good play records for realz. haven't done it at a party like that in a while. no matter how good the momentum got a certain someone who I won't mention slept through the whole thing on a sleeping bag in the middle of all the ruckus. How did you do that? Ha! Love-Aaron


Oh yeah. Brandon quit the band and has decided to embark on a career as a neon clown.
Looks good huh? Woof Woof

Friggin' the Bean -and- A Word About Last Night

We came to Chicago a day early. Last time we were here it was twelve below zero and the cold winds literally burnt holes in our pants. Today, the weather was perfect. Easy. Breezy. Beautiful.
After a 3 pm breakfast at an overtly mobbed-up restaurant the name of which escapes me, we dug some free-to-look-at-but-illegal-to-touch Art at the Institute. Then we Howlied around under that big metal bean (see photo).
Tomorrow night we headline the MAULED BY HOWLIES FEST at Cal's Liquors downtown.

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Now, a word about last night. We played Lafayette Indiana. The show had been put together in a hurry by some very nice people who felt bad that we'd been bumped from tonight's show. Scooter, wherever you are, thank you.
Apparently, there is one PA system in the town of Lafayette and it's Scooter's. He brought it down to the Black Sparrow & we rocked the fuck out.
Afterward we were introduced to the promoter who'd bumped us from tonight's show, with the caveat 'He's cool, but he's kind of a dick.' I will call him Jerry. I didn't get a picture of Jerry but he looked something like this:



He told Aaron that he was over the Atlanta music scene. Then he gave us individual fashion critiques. He was decidedly anti-tight. He didn't say much to me. Maybe he saw that we're essentially the same bro-dude. Or at least he noticed that we were both wearing the same Chuck Taylors.
I didn't get too offended by Jerry. I recognized the deep insecurity that drove him. The touching part was that his friends really loved and accepted him despite his personality. They apologized for him, but I could tell they sort of admired him too. There's no doubt in my mind that Jerry is, as he claimed, 'the taste-maker' of Layayette, Indiana.
After a while I went out to the van to sleep. I wasn't out long. I woke up to someone pounding on the window. It was Jerry. When he saw me he took off running down the sidewalk...

-Justin

Bloomington Indiana and here comes the hot stepper

hello all this is Aaron from Howlies. Being on the road has been amazing so far. Note: Bloomington Indiana is a really cool town. Everyone seemed like they were on mushrooms, or maybe I was day dreaming. Best damn burrito shop I've been to. Laughing Planet Burritos. they had that good salsa ya know? chunky and burning hot. the way I like my ladies! LOL! Shout out to Jason at Landlocked records who has been turning peoples toward our tunes. he's one of those cool record store cats whose broad scoped and detailed appreciation for music demands attention. he couldn't believe the Kim Fowley producer connection so we bro-duded for a minute and shared Kim stories. interesting mixed crowd of rockers and shockers and droppers at our show at BlueBird. they got really into it which was cool. met a girl named Charli who is intensely weird and completely charming. explained my chakras, made me drink a whiskey diet dr pepper, told me a number of dirty/racist jokes, and chain-smoked whiskey-dipped cigarettes through one of those Hunter S. Thomspon cigarette holders. I love dirty jokes em but I never remember em.

sometimes I find myself singing random-ass songs out loud in public and it makes for an awkward situation. I remember the song because i hear it during a dream. then the next day I sing it. try singing, "Here come the hot steppa, Werd em up, still LOookin' LIke Dat!!!!" in a gas station in the middle of Indiana and see how people look at you. goddamit Snow! that songs so f*ckin catchy! YIKES!!!!! til next time. -A

?! TOUR IS NOW!!!

We began in Atlanta Saturday morning, picking up the pieces from Friday Night's Fringe Binge... lost gear, frazzled minds, bros scrambling around last-minute packing for a 6-week tour. Finally, around 1 pm they all said goodbye to their wives (ladies I'm single) & we climbed into Vanessa.
Our song, Sea Level debuted on Little Steven's Underground Garage yesterday & Mr. Andrew Loog Oldham gave us a glowing 3 minute introduction... nice driving music! Vanessa just barely made it up them hills & then we were in Tennessee. Did an afternoon instore at Grimey's. Had a great time. There were lots of kids there. I mean, lots 5 to 7 yr olds. The ideal audience. Plenty of grown kids too, eating ribs & drinking beer. It was a beautiful day.
Tonight we're playing at Springwater but the real story is: afterward we're gonna do a kind of acoustic show/pagan ritual @ the Parthenon.



Nashville WHAT?!
-Justin

HORRIBLEFEST (addendum)

Nobody said anything about HORRIBLEFEST. It happened in Cleveland. What a mess. I wanted to post the flyer for posterity. Imagine its sonic equivalent...
All I remember is that DOTS form Verona are fuckin rad. We let them borrow our amps, so they said we could come play a show with them @ this venue in Rome called the Vatican. Sounds pretty sweet, right?
-jr

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Howlies (from Atlanta) - 2008 Tour Dates (TONIGHT!)




Atlanta band Howlies have some great demo songs now streaming on their MySpace. Not surprisingly, this band comes from the same neck of the woods as Black Lips, and one of their upcoming Atlanta shows is with King Khan & The Shrines. Their self-listed list of influences is a long one and probably sums them up pretty good:

velvet underground. beach boys. chuck berry. howlin wolf. bo diddley. james brown.
sam cooke. hollies. heat wave. freddy 'boom boom' cannon. ramones. stones. beatles. kinks. link wray. dion and the belmonts. swingin' medallions. easybeats. CAN. CCR. four seasons. coasters. mothers of invention. kim fowley. phil spector. stooges. misfits. tom petty & the heartbreakers. the falcons. flipper. hawaii. satan. the ATL.

I want to check them out at Pianos TONIGHT (April 26, 2008) (@ 11pm) (before The Jones Street Boys). Videos & tour dates below....

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A FULL MOON OVER ANN ARBOR

Friday night we opened for Dirtbombs in Ann Arbor. They are one of our favorite bands and they FUCKING RULED. It was pretty great to meet Mick (dude is a living legend), Ko, and co. Traded Kim Fowley stories with Troy the bass player. IF you haven't seen a Dirtbombs show, do it NOW! They ain't foolin.



This was a sort of homecoming show for Dirtbombs. The crowd was a massive orgiastic full moon-crazed mob (see the dude in the Howlies hat?), and although none of them knew who the hell we are, our set went over pretty well i think. This town knows how to rock. We'll be back. Thanks Ann Arbor!

INDY 500

Pulled up to Birdies in Indy and discovered the tallest ceilinged venue to date on our journeys. Great stage, great sound, great room, and great response from everybody there, including Otto the Comic and John the bassplayer from The Booze who was performing there the next night. We stayed with our dear friend and local musician savant Mina Keohane. We drank her beer and played her grand piano and balanced on her bongo board. Fun for everyone except the neighbors. We woke to coffee and a goodbye note from Mina and than we were off to race at the go-cart track Otto runs. where stingray beat everyone

NASHVEGAS

no luck at the buy one get two free cowboy boot store. BBQ at Jacks was awesome. warning to traveling bands: the 911 sauce will evacuate you quicker than 1st class richies on the Titanic. HOWLIES played the middle slot at the Basement beneath Grimey's record store. with Hotpipes and openers And the Relatives. they were kick-ass. 4-C and Stingray drank absinthe and the night took a turn for the worse very quickly. think fear and loathing in Nashville w/ two raging gorilla bafoons. charming yet boisterous, dangerous to themselves and others. a big wet sloppy kiss from a drunken llama. Janet from OUt the other put us up for three nights. She had a beautiful tulip outside that reminded us of the rose from stephen kings Dark Tower. So we photoed ourselves with it and are sending it to Lost creator JJ Abrams who allegedly is pondered making the Dark Tower series on film. We want to make the music and star in the piece with our mentor Kim Fowley as The Man in Black. Sunday Morning we awoke to a delicious breakfast made by Janet who has been our champion/friend/Stingray wrangler in Nashville since our first visit .



We went to Lakefever Productions at 1:00pm. By 7:30 we had finished recording 3 songs including a cover of The Coasters 'Poison Ivy'. Thanks to Jason Joe and Logan at Lakefever for making it happen. Monday, after getting our fucking window fixed (cost=$310) we celebrated iconic punk photographer Teresa K's birthday at the Alley Cat in east Nashville. Many margaritas and tequila shots later we were ready to check out the Raconteurs's as they kicked off their tour at The Cannery. Stingray and Brango were unable to get back stage even though they repeatedly and bombastically declared themselves the lead reporters from Paste magazine. We made it home and managed to finish all of Janet's boyfriends bourbon and beer. next stop Indy.

-Stingray

CHATTANOOGA

as I see there are two ways to do a rock tour. one way is to play it safe. the other involves committing to having insane amounts of fun all the time now matter how sleep deprived, undernourished, and hungover you are. we prefer the latter.
which brings me to Nooga where people really party like pros. hunter s thompson style. oh how I love thee. JJ's Bohemia is the spot where people throw down with us. its got a 15 foot stage, some mics for vocals, and thats about it.

we show up late. hotpipes go on first. played a blistering 40 min set to chicken fighters, beer tossers, furry pantied cheerleaders, howlies t-shirt wearing big boob having girls. Nick from Giant Tiger kissed us all during out show. while all this was going on, some shit ass threw beer bottle at our back window.
rest assured the purpotrator will be found, gutted, and sacrificed to gods in manner unspeakably violent involving a baseball bat.
wax fang closed the show. they were rockin. Nick got on stage and invited everyone back to this chicks house and immediately upon arrival fell asleep under her bed. highlights of the evening include cop-alerting banjo jamboree, nick the drummer of Giant Tiger jumping off 15 foot tall patio into a tree, brandon sleeping half in a chair, half on the floor. Ange made us kick-ass french toast for breakfast.

-Stingray

The L.A. Hustle

Hello cyberspace. its stingray from HOWLIES. why the name you might ask? I have a rat tail. sort of inspired by padawan learners from Star Wars. my amazing friend Jen told me I could have a rat tail as long as she could call me stingray. so it stuck. I'm here to report on the misadventures of my wayward friends and i.

It's been a while since we posted here. Howlies have been busy. Just got back from California and now we're on tour... but I'm getting ahead of myself.

March 26th we flew out to cali to do our first full length album: Trippin w/ HOWLIES. Day 1 was preproduction with Kim Fowley. Kim's preproduction = 13 hour shock and awe campaign singing to bankers, ups store people, barbers, taylors + the tricking of engineer/studio owner Mariah Baglien into recording two HOWLIES bonus tracks at 10:30pm + lots of cheeseburgers.

we recorded 14 songs in 3 days to two inch tape. mostly first or second takes. he would say, "Dog snot" or "Donkey balls covered in mucus" when he heard a rendition he liked. didn't take long to pick up on his terminology. the grosser the better. we achieved maximum balls covered in mucus. then we helped Kim reach out to his adoring myspace women. he was amazed to be able to click on a girls photo and talk to her. direct quote: "You mean I can message these horrible dogs from home and have them come to me?"

we then went and did the LA hustle. stole the show in front of Gramans Chinese theatre wearing our wolf hats and getting pictures taken w/ batman. The flash refused our request to race one of us, and Michael Myers refused our request to do battle with HOWLIES. we wrote our names in on a blank star on the walk of fame between walt disney and rodney biggenheimer. spiderman suggested we try to get on Jimmy Kimel live which they film inside an old freemason temple. weird shit huh?

our manager the turk solozzo aka turk-a-lurk aka good with knife got us on a bill at The Echo with Le Loup of and Ruby Suns of subpop majesty. the people in la like to dance to loud sexually charged pagan rock so we like them, and they liked us.

We went back to our hotel room in Beverly Hills, trashed the place, and passed out.

-Stingray

We Run New York

Just got back from New York City. We rocked the Lit Lounge (a dirty shithole) and the Trash Bar (a relatively clean shithole). I would like to thank the City of New York for giving us an honorary $65 parking ticket. Made us feel right at home. Also, thanks to everyone who put us up/put up with us (special thanks to Randy and Deanna for the pictures).
On Sunday we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge in our HOWLIES hats. Everyone that saw us pointed and laughed, which was kinda surreal. NYC makes you feel so anonymous, but put on a furry hat w/ ears and suddenly you're a superstar. Although, I have to say, I was a bit creeped out by the Ukranian tourist who took video of us (you out there? hit me up, dogg!).

Halloween w/ Howlies

After much procrastination, here is HOWLIES blog. This is where I will post pictures and embarrasing details from the magical mystery tour that is HOWLIES...
Just got pictures from Halloween at Lenny's (thanx Liz & Raven). My god what a show! We got to share the stage with the mighty King Khan & BBQ, the Spooks, and the Carbonas. Thanx to King Khan & the Spooks for the SATANIC COW HEART RITUAL (wish I had a pictures of that). Since I don't remember much else--aside form being pelted with lots of PBR cans & cow's blood--I'll let the pictures do the talking...