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I've always loved that California uses the letter Q on license plates (is it the only state to do so?). They make it a bit smaller than the other letters to better emphasize the squiggly thing that cuts through diagonally on the lower right corner of the Q, and said diminutive size makes it extremely cute! Click here for a photo I found on the internet illustrating the Q.

Well, I finally decided to make my move here official and get California plates last week, and wouldn't you know it, by sheer marvelous luck of the draw, I got a Q! I am thrilled!

So now I'm a member of The Q Club. The Q club, while a small minority, still comprises many members--the only thing is, none of them (to my knowledge) even knows about the club, or that they are in it. So I guess that makes me the de facto president of The Q Club.

I guess one other member knows about it--a woman in one of my dance classes has a Q, and I showed her my new plates the other day and told her that "see, now we are both in The Q Club." She smiled, although I'm not sure if it was from pleasure with her newfound knowledge about her membership in a club she hadn't known about before, or just pity.

And now, if you will excuse me, I will go about the rest of my wonderful president-of-The-Q-Club day!

I absolutely love making music with Jill "xtingu" Knapp . Love it will all my heart, liver, spleen, and other vital organs. Love it with all my soul, chakra, aura, and other vaguely mystikal terms that suggest life beyond this one. I even love it like a fat kid love cake. (Sorry about the bankrupcy, Fiddy. Something tells me you're gonna be just fine.)

Jill and I decided to go easy on the live shows this summer, especially once it became clear thatThe Big Reveal, the second full-length album from Hot Breakfast!, wouldn't be ready for a spring release. We decided October felt like a good month to drop an album - gives us of time to finish up without rushing, to get the artwork done, to book some "release parties," to dig into our savings account, to eat some fondue.

But opportunities kept sort of falling into our lap. And we are not ones to ignore the sage advice of the Pet Shop Boys, so we seized those opportunities, which led us to this lil' bullet list of What We've Played This Summer (so far).

• We were a featured artist at Wilmo Wednesdays on May 20th. We were to be in Austin for the entire week, but after a Rube Goldbergian chain of events brought us home a couple days early, we agreed to jump on the bill. Highlights included: getting to see my great friend and brilliant songwriter Brian Turner perform for an audience for the first time in years; meeting Mark Thousands (a wonderful guy and excellent singer/songwriter/guitarist/tattoo canvas); and checking out Anatomy of an Outcast, a ridiculously young & friendly hard rock/punk/soul quartet.
• We performed as a featured artist at McGillens Open Mic in Philly on June 11. We ended up seeing some really, really great acts and winning over a big, relatively young crowd, the majority of whom gleefully sang along with "Mr. Roboto," a song that charted, fell, and re-emerged as a cult classic before most of them had been born.
• We played at Yachtstock River Jam at the Deck at Harbor Pointe, a massive event featuring a bevy** of great artists we know and love, like The Joe Trainor Trio, Danielle and Jennifer, and Kuf Knotz. Tommy Conwell headlined. It was a really well-organized event that had the misfortune to be scheduled for June 27th - a day loaded with vicious thunderstorms and hurricane winds. Nearly half of the bands pulled out, and many who showed packed up and left immediately after their set. But while I didn't play well at all, by the end of our set, the 20 or so folks in the room had gathered around our stage, wondering "who are these wacky dorks singing about drunk guys named Larry and pants?" We also sold some CDs, added a buncha folks to our mailing list, and impressed the event's organizer, a guy who looked a bit like Sam Elliott in Roadhouse (read: a guy you absolutely want on your side during a barfight).
• July 3rd saw us opening for the Dead Milkmen at Crash! Bang! Boom!, the punk clothing store just off South Street that used to be Zipperhead, in an all-acoustic (no mics), invite-only show. That photo* up top, with Jill n' me singin' to a packed house in a hot clothing store? This is the coolest I have ever been. Here's a review from the owner, the lead singer/guitarist of awesome punk/goth/metal band Live Not On Evil. Best of all, our friends Kevin & Julie Regan were able to score invites.
• On July 15, we were asked to substitute for The Sun Flights, a band that sadly had to drop from the Ladybug Festival lineup due to an impending death in the family. So the next day, July 16th, we squoze Janice, my Mini Cooper S, into the last parking spot in all of Wilmington (I love Janice) to perform a half-hour set at Film Bros. on 2nd & Market, and MAN did we have fun. Our set went really well - we had a packed house that kept getting packedier (there was live music and open doors in a three-block area, so people could come and go as they pleased), and we got to spend some time with Joe & Kerry while seeing tons of old friends while catching some terrific sets from Margot McDonald, Sarah Koon, and Rachel Schain and the Comic Book Geeks. We made some friends, got recognized (always a kick), and thoroughly enjoyed the vibe and energy of one of the most beautiful nights of the year. Just seemed like everyone was happy, and every artist knocked it out of the park. We really wish we could have seen more musicians, but it was so great to be a part of it all, especially considering Gable Music Ventures turned us down for Ladybug a couple years ago.
• Say hi to Marshall. He was a guest of Joe, the Dead Milkmen's guitarist/singer (the "Punk Rock Girl" guy), at the DM's Crash! Bang! Boom! show. He's young and good-looking he and Jill chatted n' flirted like old friends much of the night, and then he asked us to perform with his punk band Sherwin in Lancaster for their final show on July 17 before he moved to Japan. So last night, we round-tripped it to a wonderful little punk dive/restaurant called the American Bar and Grill. And Holy crap, did we have a ball. Not only did we get to meet up with our friend Georgie, one of the most awesome people on the planet, but we ate some killer grub (chicken-pesto pizza for me, tenderloin tip salad for Jill) (I know, right? We're in DDD territory here!) and pulled out one of our best, tightest performances to date.
• Now, the ABG is basically two small rooms - one has bar in the center, which boasts an impressive beer/whiskey selection, while the other is a small dining room until 9 or so, when they tear down the tables and set up the PA and turn it into a "stage." The Dead Scouts opened at 9:30, putting the fog machine and stage lighting they provided to nice use. I loved how the beautiful, trippy guitar tones countered the hardcore-inspired vocals (think Fucked Up, a that wonderfully incongruous Canadian post-hardcore outfit). Good band, but so loud it was hard to stay in the room with them - maybe 6 people hung in there for the set. So when we stepped up for our half-hour at 10:15, we could tell the patrons were thinking "the hell are these guys doing here?" Well, we tell thee what, Doubting Levi, we're here to rock your lovingly hand-woven socks off, pal.*** By the end of our 6-song set over half of the crowd from the bar had piled into the stage room to witness the dork-rockitude and sing along with "Total Eclipse of the Heart." It was glorious. More on this in a bit.
• Anyway, then Sherwin - Marshall's band - came on. We had an 80-minute drive ahead of us, and we were already beat from an unexpectedly long Thursday. Before they started, we figured we'd give them a polite 20-minute listen before heading out. But ten minutes after they began, we knew they could have played 'til dawn and we weren't going ANYWHERE. They were seriously that good, mixing old-school punk with hardcore, rock n' roll, a touch of metal, and incredibly intense & honest vocals. Marshall rocked the drums - looking deceptively laid-back but driving every song, but every band member was top-notch, and the songwriting was incredible, merging influences from bands as diverse as Against Me!, The Clash, Minor Threat & Fugazi, Gorilla Biscuits, Bad Brains, even maybe some Black Flag. Best of all, they played the SHIT out of it, with a super-tight rhythm section and some of the best rhythm guitar playing I've ever heard. Bottom line: we love Marhsall, we love Sherwin, and I hope this music will live on somehow while he's 7,000 miles away. 

That brings us to today. 

After reading this over, I realize I've wandered off topic a bit. I was going to talk about how we sometimes have a hard time getting out of the house, either due to health- or social-anxiety, but we're almost happy when we do. We love our people, we really don't see them enough, and gigs are a great way of not only getting out and saying hi, but also connecting and reconnecting.

And that's all true, but instead, I'm gonna bore you with schmoop about Jill. Sorry. But here's the deal:

I love making music with Jill Knapp.

Whether we're performing at a gig, practicing at home or at our buddy Jeff Dement's house for a big Billy Joel Tribute show, recording a new song in the studio, or quietly learning a new song I wrote (one of the most intimate things we do together), I sometimes just realize how this gives me life. As we were halfway through our over-the-top take on "Total Eclipse" at ABG, I glanced at her as she gave it her all, combining theatricality with sincerity with comedy, selling it with her absolutely incredible voice,. and once again, I was overcome with how lucky I am to be this guy, to not only get to share our lives, but to share our music and our musical minds.

My fall is going to be devoted to getting people to listen to our album. We want it in stores, on radio stations, in homes, in everyone's iPod or iPhone or whatever new iDevice we'll all need six years from now. We believe in it. Look, it's only rock and roll - some songs are silly, some deeper, some tossed off in 15-minutes, some agonized over, some loud n' punky, some soft n' groovy. But ultimately it's just music, something most people maybe have on in the background as they drive to work, something to distract us in the gym. And that's cool - that's we need music for all that. But I've come to realize I'm at the peak of my communication skills when we perform as our silly, gimmicky duo. I want people to actually sit and listen, like we did in the old days. Not just because I wrote the music, or because we worked so hard on it. It's because when Jill sings the words, she's singing that indescribable thing that is us. And that's what I have to offer.

As I watch and listen to her sing, I'm filled with...something I can't explain. Love, yes, of course - more love than I ever knew possible. But when I listen to our music, whether live or captured on a buncha 1s & 0s, the combination of our efforts that created those sounds fills me with something that is probably the closest I will ever feel to believing in God.

That's right. "Hole in Your Pants" ain't just dorky. It's divinely dorky.

- Matt
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* Speaking of, that photo up top was taken by Dean Clean. (Yep - I'm milking this "cool" think for all it's worth.)
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** Congratulations, as you have witnessed the first and final time I shall deliberately use that word in print. 

*** That's right - three Amish jokes in one sentence. BURN! Or should I say...CHURN?***

****I'll just see myself out.

One of them. Today is setting the bar pretty high. We're recording the podcast. 

Thought this might be a fun thing to get into the habit of doing.  Though I'm already doing this from memory a few days later; the game of 7 Wonders we played before this has already pretty much faded from my memory.

For a while, we tried to use negotiation to settle on a game that everybody wanted to play, but by now we're doing more of a cycle.  We put all our names into a hat (a pink cloth cowboy hat of Jinian's, to be precise), and then pick out a name; that person gets to pick the game (though not with infinite latitude, but objections have to be purely procedural, not preferential), and then their name doesn't go back into the hat until it's empty.  And having said this, I can't quite remember who it was who got to pick Talisman; I was the one to pick 7 Wonders, so it wasn't me...maybe Simon?  We've been playing the digital version on Steam on the computer, but it's mostly one human player vs. three AI players, and sometimes they can be mind-numbingly stupid, so beating them isn't always that much of an achievement.  It does mean that I've gotten more familiar with the rules...but I think not quite the same rules as our boardgame version uses.  (The computer version uses "Fate", which allows you to reroll dice, and our boardgame has none of that; the other changes tend to be more minor.)

Anyway, I ended up as the evil Wizard, Nicole as the Minster, Luke was the Prophetess, Simon was the Monk, and Jinian the Warrior (we let her pick, but the rest of us chose randomly).  Simon quickly got the Orb of Knowledge, so both him and Luke got to draw an extra card all the time.  I rarely got any spells that I actually needed, so I didn't get much chance to draw new ones.  Nicole drew most of the monster cards, and didn't win a lot of battles, but she did get three Dragons (who didn't attack her because of Minstrelness); the only animal she got to charm was a Wild Boar, though (she was disappointed that she didn't get to charm dragons, but she was happy to be able to discard the Hag).  Three people got turned into toads, between Witch, Enchantress, and the Random spell; this was how I lost my mule and a ton of stuff (including the Unicorn and the Ring) in the Inner Region, most of which Simon picked up later.  Jinian ended up with a Poltergeist, but made great use of this going back and forth between the Oasis (which had a Pool of Life) and a Desert square next to it (luckily she had the Holy Grail).

Simon got to the Crown of Command first, and nobody else really managed it.  In fact, I don't know if anybody else got past the Crypt/Mines.  So it was a bit of an unbalanced game, but at least it didn't drag on forever.  We normally play it in the afternoon, and on the table in the basement, where we can leave it set up during meals; this one we let the kids stay up late (with a break for book-reading), but it would have gone on longer if Simon had had any real competition.

And that's pretty much all the bits I remember at the moment.  We'll see if I do this again next family game...

I think I'm burnt out on screens. 

32 hours left in Jarnsaxa Rising's Indiegogo campaign. It's been a learning experience. I still haven't figured out the difference between annoying and persuasive. Today I did a lot of editing, and I have more work to do tonight. 

Jill was persuasive. She got Rodney Anonymous and Kyle Cassidy to re-tweet links to the campaign. We also got 32 new likes on the podcast's Facebook page in one day. 

I have more work to do, so I need to get off the internet and do some more work before I get tired. But, here is some other news. 

This exists, and has a program at a prison in Philadelphia:

New Leash On Life

There is a possibility that we might, maybe, possibly, be able to adopt a dog through this organization. Vince fell in love with one, and applied. We won't know if we get this dog or not until mid-August. 

An NBC news piece about the program said, "According to Philadelphia prison stats, 41 percent of the inmates released in 2013 will be rearrested in Philadelphia county after one year. Compare that to just 14 percent of inmates from the canine program." 

If our application is accepted, we do some visits, to see if we're a good fit. Because Vince is an employee of the District Attorney's office, the city covers our adoption fee (as an incentive to adopt).  All I can say right now is that this means we might have have a big, young, trained dog by fall. 

Ok. back to work. 

This has nothing to do with anything and there are many more exciting things you could be reading right now. Supreme court decision, ISIS attacks, go read something more interesting. I'll wait. 

tall, and tan, and young, and lovely, the girl, from Ip-a-nema goes walking and...

Oh, good, you're back. OK. 

The other day, I was thinking, "hey, shouldn't Benedict Cumberbatch and Sophie Hunter's kid should have been born about now? they must have named it." 

Google... news... yep, born. Name? Nothing. 

On the one hand, it's good that a celebrity couple is keeping their kid's name and image out of the media spot light. 

On the other hand, come on. Please tell me that the kid's name is Sophedict Huntabitch, and that its middle name is Danger. 

Cream of wheat (since I made it upon request then the kid decided she wasn't hungry for breakfast) , coffee, coffee ... OoooOh, then fresh cherries from my pseudo-csa (I.e, I give my retired neighbor $15-20 to hit the local farmers market for me, since he goes anyway) What, pseudo csa included a pie ?!!? We talked about this yesterday!! Only fruits & veges! I'm dieting! I'm at my "scary" weight! Le sigh.

I felt like a cad returning the pie to him, my friendly neighbor. 

Leftover tortellini, handful of sunflower seeds. Iced Tea. Hot Tea (Fighting a head cold)

Fresh Corn on the cob! , leftover 1/2 a porkchop. Cherries, cherries cherries! And 2 fresh strawberries as I chopped up the delivered pint.

also, 1.1 miles on treadmill. And ate a few more cherries

hungry, and the interwebs keep showing me food posts tonight. Going to bed early.