After many years together as a band, we have come to a harsh realization: we are very bad at social media. Back in the day when music muckity mucks would demand we “post more content!” we would typically respond with a poorly framed picture of a crappy van. Maybe one reason we’re so bad is…

The other night at the Millennium Stage was special. Not just because of the special guests that joined us on stage (friend! wife!), or because there was fierce crowd competition with Frozen the Musical, or because of the infinite space and beauty of the Kennedy Center. The real reason was that there were all sorts of kids…

The world is crap right now and it’s sometimes hard (for me at least) to stay focused on what’s right in front of me, and getting up on stage – in a beautiful venue to boot – is a nice reminder of how awesome things can be. ​ That’s why we’re thrilled to announce that…

Naseem here, with a confession: sometimes it’s hard to remember lyrics. Normally, they’re so engrained that it’s not a problem. You’ll be on the stage playing a tune and they just pour out of you the way you intended when you first wrote them in your bedroom or on the subway. You take advantage of muscle…

One day, I was sitting at the New Jersey kitchen table of my parents-in-law, eating my eighth plate of homemade Indian food, when something came on the tv. I don’t remember what it was exactly. Some sort of news about some sort of bad thing happening in a far off place. I remember my mother…

Naseem here. At some point over the past bunch of months, you may have wondered – “whatever happened to that band I kindasorta liked? They had that one song in that thing? There were beards, sometimes hats?” In other words, we haven’t written a newsletter in a long time. We’ve only played a few shows…

I didn’t start writing songs I was proud of until I was 30. Before that, it was all trial and mostly error. Trying to write like Waits. Or Lucinda. Or Bruce. The songs that came out were possibly charming, possibly even interesting, and definitely derivative. In trying to find my own voice, there was always…

Look! Here we are playing instruments! Real ones! In the same room! This happened last week, when we did this strange thing we haven’t done much ever, called ‘rehearsing’, ahead of our first show since Lord-knows-when next week in DC. We didn’t sound half-bad, and will be releasing so much pent-up energy at our favorite…

For some strange reason, we haven’t played a show since 2019. Naseem did a livestream thing from his basement, but because he was not able to awkwardly and madly hop around on a stage, it hardly counts. As we wipe the dust off our instruments and blankly stare at them like cave-dwellers examining fire, we’re not 100%…

Matt V. was our biggest supporter and greatest friend. I think about him often: when I put a scratchy record on, when I (often) eat too much ice cream, when I make fun of Coors Light while drinking Coors Light. Here’s a little thing I threw together for him on this, what would’ve been his…