So, Fooled By April is playing in NYC this weekend and, just to warn you, the rock devastation could be severe. I mean, how could it not be when even respected rock journalists are kissing our asses and cautioning you, the true rock consumers, about how rocktastic we are? Take this for example, a review by Mike Baldino in the current issue of The Weekly Dig:
Fooled By April
You know those pleasant, generic pop rock songs you hear in the background of Freddie Prinze, Jr. movies and on Dawson’s Creek and never anywhere else ‘cept maybe on those cheesy music video stations on the TVs at Filene’s? This is one of those bands. Somewhere between a beefier Gin Blossoms and an anemic Semisonic, Fooled By April write songs that nobody will love and nobody will care enough about to hate. Unlike Black Flag, you’ll never see Fooled By April’s logo tattooed on somebody’s forearm; but unlike me, maybe real passion isn’t what you want out of music. People who really dig Matchbox 20’s general aesthetic will feel differently. The three songs on this single are well crafted, professionally executed and are even somewhat memorable, but not immediately catchy enough to make a dent in Top 40 radio. If your old Sister Hazel disc is still in regular rotation, give Fooled By April a listen.
I mean, come on dude, we're not the Beatles here! I know you think we're good and all, but don't get carried away! And by the way, all your support and love isn't going to get you any free t-shirts Michael, if that's what you were thinking.
Anywho, I gotta go watch a Dawson's Creek rerun. I think today is the one where Pacey takes off on the boat and Joey is really confused and lonely. I'm pretty sure I've seen it, but it will still give me something to do while I finish burning the new Sister Hazel Box Set (uh...which rocks! BTW)
This morning was so cold I think I may never have children, or if I do they will be like tiny human icecubes or like the poor frozen trinkets on the island of lost toys. I mean, damn! It is cold out there. Yesterday I got an ice cream headache just walking to the T. I mean, damn!
Anywho, Fooled By April has been holed up in the very cold (notice a pattern?) basement of 26 Warwick working up some new rock magic. We have a bunch of new tunes and even a children's song entitled rock jam on bread (Ed note - not true).
Anywho, that's about it from here. Until next time...
Well, the sad news is we didn't win in the Noise reader's poll, but a lot of you voted and that's what really matters (Ed. note - this is a very popular sentiment to hold when you are trying to save face after losing at something).
Anywho, despite this crushing blow we are still very excited about the new year. As mentioned earlier, a mysterious oracle informed us that this will be the best year of our lives. And so far I can't argue.
For instance, last thursday we played a gig at the Sunday River ski resort in Maine and it was rocktastic (well, except for the fact that it was 9 degrees there, everyone was plastered and more than a few people screamed the requisite "skynyrd!"). Plus, on the way home we almost died in a blizzard and ended up peeing on the side of the highway. Poor Gordon even got frostbite on his "little gordon," if you know what I mean. But despite all this it was still a really fun time. Could the oracle be right?
Saturday saw us head to the almost equally frosty environs of Washington DC. For those of you out of the loop, this is our nation's capitol. Now, if you're like us, playing a show in the seat of democracy and warmongering for the whole world is always a treat, and this was no exception. Well, maybe one exception was Pete's ingestion of Burger King onion rings early in the ten hour journey. The ramifications of this choice can best be summed up in the words of a three year old fan of ours, who commented "Onion wings make unky pete stinky poo poo." Very true, little one. Very true. Anyway, we got to DC without much incident and played to a great and receptive audience. It made the whole day worthwhile. Rock on America, rock on....
Now, you know if you got the email that we are up for best new band in The Noise's annual reader's poll. It would be the boom if you could take a minute and throw us a vote at www.thenoise-boston.com/polls/2002.asp. The prize apparently is one billion dollars, which we will be distributing evenly to all who vote for us. And so your destiny is really in your own hands, folks.
Mad (I mean literallly furiously angry) props to everyone who came out on New Year's. It was without a doubt the most fun Fooled By April show ever and we are very grateful for the support. Jordan made the very cogent point that you, the true and loyal fans, were really like the flying buttresses to our cathedral of rock. Without you, we would just be a pile of rubble littered with marble and alabaster frescos in the cool Florence air.
After the show the party moved to the "rock" house of myself and Pete and essentially consisted of five drunk people trying to figure out how to use our newly installed Karaoke machine. I busted out with a pretty respectable Hit Me Baby One More Time if I do say so myself, and Jordan and I teamed up for a little magic on the Enrique Iglesias masterwork Hero. We truly can kiss away your pain.
That's about it on this end. Until next time........
