Radio Killed the Telegraph Star
In this picture, I’m standing with Michael at a gas station on the side of Route 29, a major highway that was completely obscured in snow on our way back from a recent gig in Charlottesville. Navigating was a bit of a challenge at times, not being able to tell where the road was, but we made it back in one piece.
We stopped for some excellent pizza on the way into C-ville, and our gig at Maya was a blast. (Thanks to Hayden for hosting us.) The food at Maya is top-notch, I can’t wait to go back for more when it’s warmer– next time, we’ll be playing on their outdoor patio! After stopping in Lynchburg for a bit of rest, it was straight on to Awful Arthur’s in Roanoke for a ridiculously fun show on their dock-themed stage and some local microbrew. The dart board behind the stage made me a bit nervous, but luckily we didn’t get impaled. We wrapped up the week with a trip to Virginia Beach, to played a relaxed, unplugged set at the Green Parrot Grille, where we reunited with some old friends and made a few new ones. I can’t say thank you enough to Jen and Eric for their hospitality, it feels like a vacation every time they have us over, and it’s wonderful to have a home base in Virginia Beach. Also, they slipped us a lot of drinks.
Remember when we went on WNRN in November and did that interview about our music and our websites and lynchburgmusicscene.com? You do? Wow, you’ve been taking your ginseng. I’m impressed. Anyway, I finally have a copy of the interview, edited slightly for time, so here it is:
That’s it for now, come see us live sometime! Our next show is in Richmond on Friday, February 19th at the Beach House Bar. Tonight’s song-that-I-can’t-stop-listening-to comes to us from Brooklyn, courtesy of The Essex Green. I think this song sums up just about everything that I love about classic pop. Jangly goodness at its finest!


