We bid a fond adieu to the year two thousand and eighteen, and would like to thank all of you who made it such a peculiar and noisy year of traveling and rocking and rolling and drinking and breaking and repairing and stomping and hollering and drinking and more drinking.
Partial list of people we could not operate without:
Vic “El Jefe” Giron, Anthology of Erotic Esoterica, Nick Passey and all of Folk Hogan, THe amzing family at Backwards Distillery in Caspar, Bryan Ostrow and Connor O’Neal at Triple Nickel, Brian Eastin, Freight Train Rabbit Killer, Jessica Bloom, Thomas Self and the crew at Mercury Lounge, Joey Henry, Brody Wellman, the crew at Gillies, Humble Vine, Mike E. Wilson and the crew at Firefly, Fawntastic Fast and Scott Shambaugh, Shawn and Holly Finnegan, Andy and the crew at Wally’s House of Booze, all our Texas family, Waco Winery, Lucky Diaz and his Family Jam Band, WhiskeyDick, Kirby’s Beer Store, and of course all of our friends and fans who continue to support our journey to the center of grimey voodoo weirdness and slam bang battering ram blues.
We had a hell of a time traveling this big, odd nation visiting and sprinkling strangeness wherever we go, adding chapters and characters to our incomplete saga. Now we crawl back into our shadowy cave for the depths of winter to scheme the structure of our ongoing adventure. There are big hulking shapes looming on the horizon of 2019. So hold on to your hats.
See you then,
Incroyable & Deacon
Drawn to light, long questions answered in short bursts.
The recipes mysterious the results mischievous and the fallout malicious.
Still the sound was all around.
Weather shifts in favor of sweat and wildfire.
Displaced familiar faces and the lingering injuries they left behind.
Running out of reserve whiskey.
time complications and strategic misfires.
Sour air soaked through clothes.
This must be the place. The bar at the end of the world.
New electrical nerve box eases psychic transition. Transmitter so far unblinkable.
Time travel, mountain pass, dense fog.
Late night psychedelic misadventures short one dimension. The new runes surfaced and the warnings are indisputable.
TRANSMISSIONS FROM THE ELECTROMAGNETIC UNDERSTREAM
the brand new full length record will be released April 13.
Pre-orders available now through bandcamp.
3 Weeks, 6,000 miles, and zero bombs. The Summer leg of MAKE BLUES NOT BOMBS has come to an end.
We’re back in the bunker making this record happen and we’ll be back on the road in the fall. Don’t sleep and don’t make bombs.
BIG BIG THANKS TO:
PONDSTOCK, Vic Giron, Tyler Smith, Bill Sabah, SS WEBB, Rev Deadeye, WhiskeyDick, Kiel Grove, Soo Paw, The Hedke gangster family, Freight Train Rabbit Killer, JHS Pedals, RecordBar KC, Brian Wright, Aaron Lee Tasjan, Thomas Self, Abandoned Bells, Dave and Shalonda, Jon Snodgrass, Surfside 7, Leonhardt, Andy Warpigs, Bobby Joe and Copper from Burger Stand at Burro Alley in Sante Fe, Jessie Deluxe, Jessica Bloom, the Golden Tiki, Professor Rex Dart, Gentlemen of Four Outs, The Heximer Vegas high society crew, El Cid, Joey Bybee, Marquiss the Howler, Johnny “MANATARMS” Beard, Mike and Lauren Guerena, Ken and Jessie Long, Lisa Beebe, and our dear friends and erstwhile musical cohorts Mike Armstrong, Ben Loory and Jud Pratt.
SEE YOU IN OCTOBER
After four planes, 28 hours of straight driving and some very regrettable Idaho diner “food”…. the pretzelmen arrived at pondstock.
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