A Smarch to Remember

“Lousy Smarch weather…”
- Homer Simpson, Treehouse Of Horror VI (10/30/95)

March is upon us, as is the winter of our discontent with winter—which has been exacerbated by the swirling mini-blizzard we had in the northeast this morning. However, this March is going to be different, as it will probably be the first time we’ll actually wish we had a little more time with it.

In four short days, the five of us will begin the first of four weekends of studio sessions to record our second full-length CD… for the first time [not counting the other first time five days ago, when we cut thirteen rough demos]. Luckily for you, that was not a word problem. If it was, the answer would be “eleventy.” Those demos—final versions of which may or may not appear on the final album—included, in no particular order:

• The Path
• Not Again
• Rome
• Lost Along the Way
• Nothin’ But Time
• Standard of Life
• More than Wrong
• Damp Powder
• Afraid to Fail
• Yesterday’s Gone
• Whisperin’ Wind
• You Don’t Know

We’ve enlisted the considerable talents of Jeremy Bentley (MR. STUDIO) for engineering & mixing while Mark Peteritas will again handle mastering of the final product. There are some last-minute deliberations going on about where we’re going to spend the first weekend, cutting the bass & drum tracks. It’s looking like we’ll either use our practice space or possibly rent Mike Musser’s space in the Keppel Building, in the hopes of getting some big, fat, natural reverb. Either way, a couple of photographer friends of ours will be dropping in to visit at various points, so check back into the blog soon for some candids of the gang hard at work. I don’t think I’m alone in saying that I’m going to spend most of this week just trying to contain my anticipation.

As soon as we wrap up Sunday afternoon, we’ll take our instruments, blistered hands, leftover moxie, but not our leftover Piel’s on over to the Chameleon Club for a WXPN-sponsored event. Lancaster native Madi Diaz will open things up as she rolls through her hometown on national tour. We’ll take the stage second and the always amazing Perkasie will be headlining the show. Doors are at 7:00, so we won’t keep you up past your bedtime on a school night …much. Advance tickets are a couple of bucks cheaper than getting them at the door, so if’n you’re interested, you can snag ‘em at Dosie Dough (Lancaster and Lititz locations) or Senorita Burrita and online through Ticketmaster. If you’re the sort of person who regularly runs into us at either work or Hildy’s, or if you work at Hildy’s or sometimes catch us at Hildy‘s on the way from Brendee’s, you can email us (band@slimfitband.com) and we’ll arrange to personally sell you one at the moment of greatest mutual convenience (probably at Hildy’s).

We somehow convinced Gregg, the Chameleon’s manager, to violate everything he believes in by booking this show on a Sunday evening, so if you can’t do it for us, do it for him and his staff, who just endured hours of screaming teenagers at last weekend’s David Archuleta show, presumably for about a buck-two-ninety-eight in tips from the one person that bought a Miller Lite in the Lizard Parent Lounge during that concert.

Oh, speaking of which…
[2/28/09: Joey, Pat and Sean pull up in Joey's 1989 Ford F-150 to unload gear for the post-American Idol runner-up show they'll be playing later that night with The Dan Kauffman Band and They Were Only Satellites. The threesome struggle to keep old shoes, disintegrating cardboard boxes full of unknown detritus and crumpled cans from spilling over the tailgate as they unload equipment mere feet away from the end of the growing line of fans waiting for the doors to open. Two well-dressed middle aged women approach.]

Woman #1: Oh my God! Are you David’s band?
Pat: …why yes. Yes, we are David Archuleta’s band.
[Woman #2 produces a large department store bag crammed full of gift-wrapped boxes]
Woman #2: Oh, we are such big fans! We drove all the way down from Toronto. Do you think you could give these to him for us?

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