Hi-de-ho

Figured I'd post a blog entry that wasn't promotional in nature (or at least overtly so. I suppose all blog entries are promotional, when you get right down to it, which I always do, n'est pas?)

Thine Sexy Accident spent the afternoon rehearsing up a storm for our show at El Torreon on Tuesday. We are prepared to bring the rock action. Here's the setlist, for those keeping score -

Bottled in Glass
Abigail
Stall
Ashley Christian
The more things stay the same
Starling
Dancing with my Friends
Morning Drive
Flirting with Disaster
Lonely Days
Skies

Lonely Days is new, and I'm quite happy with it. It's about a cute little goldfish, and the boy that loves him. Wait, no that's not right. It's about watching a dear friend get involved in something that you really wish they wouldn't, which is entirely different. The El Torreon peeps were saying we are "mellow" in comparison to the other bands we're playing with, so we decided to make our set even more mellow-er. This song is as close to "mellow" as we get.

But really, are we mellow? I don't think so. Can any band that has lines like "in fact whatever you wear is too much" or "you hardly knew him, but yet you screwed him" or (one of my faves) "when you were mine you were so shy that you would hide at your boyfriend's place" really be THAT mellow? Anyway...

We need a new band photo, which we will soon take. Any ideas? If we like your idea we'll... shamelessly steal it. Isn't that great?

Also, does a band need a gimmick in this day and age? Do we need to wear loin cloths? Or perhaps masks? Or perhaps do we need to build a giant lazy susan and let the audience rotate us as we play? (The hard part about this plan is the cabling - how do you keep the cables from twisting as the band rotates? Anyone?) Also, would this require additional insurance coverage, or perhaps disclaimers?

Did you know that almost every Sexy Accident song is about a real-life, honest-to-god woman? I've been cheating by going back in time. Now that I'm all domesticated and stuff, how will I keep it up? The answer is simple. By being smarter than everyone else! (And stealing sordid stories from their torrid lives!)

So, are you torrid? Sordid? Drop me a line. Tell me all about it. I'm only taking notes to... help me focus.

Ooh... let's have some fun (or at least I will.) I'm going to drop some hints about the sources of my inspiration (which, in my deluded mind, somebody other than me cares about.) The above songs were written about, in no particular order, R, V, D, B, K, and S. "But that's only six letters," you say, "and there are eleven songs up there." You always did have a head for numbers!

It seems somebody took more than their fair share of songs.

"But who, who??" you say. (Look, I know there's no way you'd really say that. You're much cooler than that. You'd say something more like "do you have any Grey Poupon?" or "fancy a drink?" or "what do you think of my asparagus?" But work with me, here.)

Well, actually, you'd best calm yourself, 'cuz I'm not tellin'. It wouldn't be fair to R, V, D, K or S. Oops.

See you Tuesday!

Jesse Kates * www.sexyaccident.com