Ladies Love I.A.

Somehow the Indefinite Article has become Magneto to ladies in the past few days. Who would have known?

Case 1 (semi-disturbing): In between songs during our set at the Midway on Tuesday, a girl in the front row (the front row being, in this case, the bar, which is roughly 20 feet away from the stage) approaches me, touches me lightly on the arm, and says "you're adorable." Cuddly/warm feelings abound in my heart, because being called "adorable" makes me feel like I'm five years old. Yet, a rebuff is in order, so after the show we dutifully sign the demo discs we gave to the approaching party and her friend, and rebuffing is accomplished. Target missed, faithful fan moves on to Ricky Rhtyhms. Here's the reenactment, "Rescue 911" style:

4 actors who look nothing like F.A., Louis, Brandon, Tains, and Hedi stand outside the Midway cafe. A stout sweatervested man walks out of the bar looking as if he has seen the face of God.

F.A.: What happened?
Ricky Rhythms: I don't want to talk about it.

No one really knows what happened in the bar while we we outside. If I had to make an educated guess, I would say that Rick killed her and the remaining bar patrons for sport.

Case 2 (also semi-disturbing, but in a different way): Our guitarist, Evan, is currently having an online lovechat with this woman . Conversation started when she left a comment on Evan's picture saying "I want you." Now they are back-and-forthing on our myspace message account, which was previously reserved for professional discourse between musicians. Yes, she is hot, but I still have an icky feeling about this. And yes, Evan, we are all jealous because you have been chatting online with hot babes all day. And we all know you're training to become a cage fighter, too.

And that's the news. Come out on Thursday. We both need you and want you.

Adios
F. Abraham

hmm....my first blog

So yeah, I felt that Father Abraham's incessant ramblings needed to be interjected. I'm writing this blog pre Midway Cafe gig. Nobody knows what the fuck is going on, when sound check is, when we play and for how long. Our genius booking agent has left us in the dark on this one. So Hedi the Irab is gonna get it. Yes, that's a new ethnicity, irish arab...IRAB. Psyche, whatever, no one really cares. As long as we show up and rock out. So in case you guys haven't heard, we are playing at Western Front on thursday which is a big deal. EVERYONE COME TO WESTERN FRONT ON THURS MARCH 31st!!!! Otherwise we got the gig in PENN STATE next weekend. Not looking forward to the drive but am looking forward to the girls and the money. IndefArt is gonna get it's first little taste of being on the road together, if you don't count Red Fox. We'll see if they survive. I have doubts.

Cheers everyone,

Louis

Glitches ficksed

Took care of some of the site's glitches today. All the pages now have titles, the links rollover button is rolling over like it was supposed to be doing all along, and I even added the full text and photograph from our review in The Harvard Crimson.

Shows are sneaking up on us with the quickness right now. Starting on Tuesday we have four in thirteen days and as of now we feel eminently unprepared to rock either steady, hard, or out. We're trying to fit in rehearsals wherever we can, but often it seems like that means not at all.

I have no funny jokes today. No mediocre jokes, either. No one in the band has asked me how to log in to this account so I guess I'll be the primary author of the blog until the others take interest.

Get out to the Indef-Art/Expo/Shambhala/ele.mental show at the Western Front on Thursday the 31st. We're on with some really talented people. It will definitely prove to be a good time.

afuera
F. Abraham

State Pen

So now we're apparently headed to Penn State for a frat show on April 9th. I don't know what to think... wait, I do. I think it's far. If the band's post-show misbehavior has any direct correlation to the length of the trip it takes, then someone is going to wake up next to Joe Paterno's wife on the morning of the 10th.

Speaking of the 10th, that reminds me: I need a job. Actually, everything reminds me that I need a job. Fledgling hip-hop groups (no matter how good) and as-yet-published illustrated humor book (no matter how promising) do little to supplement the income. My money train needs some more coal, which is actually money, because it's a money train, even though we don't call regular trains coal trains. And neither do soul trains use human souls to achieve locomotion. But you get the point.

That's all for now. Rick is trying to close the deal on a show on April 23rd in Tewksbury where we would open for a metal band called Dogfight. That's where Jay-Z started out, in Tewskbury.

F. Abraham

Done...

...and done.

Indef-Art v2.0 site launch 3/21

Be on the lookout for the new indef-art.com sometime in the next 24 hours. I just have to smooth out a few little glitches and then I can upload everything. This one is going to look better and load faster than the other site and should have a better time with browser compatability and all that fun stuff. Still no script for the shows so I'm dipping into the html for every update, which is a bitch. The guy who is supposed to be writing the script for me is ridiculously smart at computers and probably just isn't doing it because it's so mundane-yet-time-consuming that he can't force himself to sit down and do the thing. I feel like I'm asking a gourment chef to make me a bowl of Jell-o with the fruit suspended in it.

It just occured to me that somewhere in the neighborhood of 3 people know this blog exists. Also, they are unlikely to be checking for new posts. Most people who see this post will navigate to it from the new site, which would render its newsworthiness irrelevant. What can I say? I'm learning on the job.

Also, I just discovered Indef-Art's bizarro conceptual twins: a punk/hip-hop band called El Pus. A bunch of dirty south gangsters that play this weird hybrid punk rock thing. They just dropped an album with Virgin and released a music video of a song called "Suburb Thuggin.'" It's crazy and makes white people look like huge tools. Good thing our band makes no pretense of toughness, coolness, sex appeal, or anything like that.

Behavior becoming of a great rock band, part 1 of infinity

Rough sketch of a great movie scene:

Officer: Do you know how fast you were going?
Chris Farley: Well, this baby has a set of nitro boosters in the back, and I reckon that we can rev this baby up to 170, 180 no problem, so
Officer: Seven.
CF: Seven?
Officer: Seven. And usually when I tell people to pull over they pull over to the shoulder...

[paradigm shift]

Me: Do you know how many people we played for in Vermont?
Brandon P: I bet the place was packed...
Me: Five
BP: Five?
Me: Five.

[back to reality]
Five. Five people. And we probably sounded better than we ever had before. And five people heard us. And three of them were Thomas, our superfan, Hedi, our booking agent, and Josh, our sound guy. Score a big win for indef-art.

The turnout was part a consequence of the ridiculous snowstorm we drove through and part a consequnce of how ridiculously lost all of us got on the way there. I'm not going to point fingers because Brandon, Blake, Ricky Rhythms, Evan, Hedi, Josh, and Thomas all have a pretty good idea of where they went wrong. My performance, as always, was sterling. Special thanks to the guys that drove us into Bondville from wherever it is we were. You were our knights in a red pickup truck.

Crazy crap happens in the land of Ben and Jerry:
- Have you ever been lost and flagged someone over to ask them for directions only to have them panic because they thought you were out to kill or rob, so they tell you, "I have to go, there are cats in the car," and speed off into a blizzard?

- Have you ever freestyled so hard that some random guy collapsed in the snow?

- Have you ever had your friend step out of a car and vomit at a gas station at 3:00 in the afternoon?

- Have you ever walked into a McDonald's restroom and had to tell the manager that some guys was passed out in one of his stalls, also at 3:00 in the afternoon?

- Have you ever fallen in love?

That last one didn't happen, as far as I know. If it did, things are going to be kind of awkward in rehearsal the next few days.

Show are coming. We are a good band. Have faith in that, if nothing else.

Pedazo
F.Abraham

Blake's picture will no longer accompany Indef-Art's attempts at prose

I just switched the band's blog over from our homely, self-created version to this slicked-up, citified stuff. Hopefully this will encourage our daily readership to jump from 0 per day to more than 0 per day, which would represent an infinity percent increase in readership. I would like that.

Also, if I posted more, there would be more to read. But I'm pretty busy these days.

That's all for now. I'm working on the website as hard as I can. Just give it time.

F.A.