January News (Shows & Merch Updates)
Dangers, Conquest for Death, Beau Navire
Exciting stuff here. Bullet points for clarity. I need not mention how hard these shows will rule, yes?
+ Sweet posters with art from our friend over at www.glennoart.com with layout help from the beautiful (despite the vomiting) Jess. Shows are with some combination of us, Conquest for Death, Beau Navire, Troubled Coast, Ghostlimb, Reivers, and ++++!
+ Friends in Ghostlimb have been added to our S.F. and Santa Cruz shows.
+ We’ll be playing with Dillinger Escape Plan and Nails on January 18th at the Center for the Arts Eagle Rock, in Los Angeles. It’s unclear how this place will handle Dillinger, so I’d encourage you to get tickets in advance for them.
+ We’re thinking about a last minute visit to Santa Barbara on January 19th. If anyone wants to help with a show or tell us what a horrible idea this would be, get in touch at wearedangers@gmail.com
+ We’ve reprinted a bunch of things and updated our numbers on the webstore. Buy now or forever hold your piece (that’s on purpose to exhibit my wittiness).
+ Japan with Graf Orlock (slowly) in the works. Shows tentatively scheduled for late March.
That’s good eatin’,
Tim
Weekend with Friends in the Blustery Bay
Alright then,
Everyone on the mass email campaign designed to lure us back to the Bay Area can rest their digits. We’ve got a weekend fully booked/confirmed/ready to rule. All the finger crossing resulted in not one, not two, but three days of Conquest for Death. Amazing. Also joining us/diversifying things (a reference to their music, not Kris… jerks) will be Beau Navire! Friends in Troubled Coast will be playing two of these gigs, and there will be a liberal sprinkling of Reivers, How Dare You, and ++++.
Expect a weekend of Devon’s high-kickery, Al’s in-your-face-zaniness, fluid-dynamics professors, James’s ear-splitting-giggles, yards upon yards of beard, Sven’s glistening bouffont, Jules(!), Rhinos, Elephants, & while on this thrashfari (tip of the hat to Devon), keep a look out for a guest appearance by the curmudgeonly trio Ghostlimb (impressively so, for a group of twenty-somethings)!
Gilman! 5 Points! Pioneer!
Come early or complain to your beer across the street; it’s going to be a sweaty, hairy, stinky mess, and you don’t want to miss it.
Indeed!
Tim
Upcoming
Hey y’all,
The show at Nomad with Lemuria and Joyce Manor was a great time. Thanks to those of you who made it out.
We’ll be playing out last two Southern California shows for a while in December, then we’ve got three Bay Area shows (finally) in January. All these shows have some pretty great lineups and all the bands playing are with some form of friends (mainly Justin’s, I don’t have any, but he’s a sweetheart… you should talk to him at shows if you don’t know him).
To whet your appetite, the following will be served: Griever, Beau Navire, Troubled Coast, Joyce Manor, Graf Orlock, Conquest for Death (fingers crossed… this is unconfirmed, so shhhhh…), & cetera.
The details are in the small font over there —————————————–>
Japan: we should be coming over near the end of March on our “+ 1 Tour” w/ our enemies in Graf Orlock.
What else… what else… nothing! Y’all watch football? Since it’s OK for Propagandhi to support hockey, and since soccer’s now in vogue, I figure I can get away with American football love too, right? I would pay a year’s salary (and boy am I raking it in right now) to take a swing at Tebow. Just sayin’.
Oh, Justin, Alex, Jess, and I get to go see the Weatherthans four records in four nights shows here in SF starting tonight, and YOU (probably*) don’t! How often can a curmudgeon like me get to a show, not have to sit listlessly through a bunch of crap bands I don’t care about, and then hear every single song from a band I love, all before getting to bed at a grandfatherly hour?!?!?! Nearly never.
Get Jealous,
Tim
* If, on the off chance, you read this and will be at the Weakerthans shows, you should come up to Justin and talk with him about Dangers. He’s really a swell guy and just loves meeting new people… and college football.
Lemuria/Joyce Manor/Roman Candles/Us
Hey,
We should have mentioned this earlier, but we just found out a week ago ourselves. We’re playing with this Friday at Nomad Gallery in LA with Lemuria, Joyce Manor, and Roman Candles.
Show is at 7:30, I believe. Be sure to be early/on time as I think we are playing second and all the bands on this particular show are pretty rad (I for one, am looking forward to leaving a show without a headache). The address is 1993 Blake Ave , Los Angeles, 90039 and you can get tickets online (apologies to those who were left outside at our Smell show with Touche Amore, and no, I have no idea how big Nomad is), so we’ll see you there!
Have an enjoyable vegan thanksgiving, and as some close to me love to suggest around this time of year, please take this opportunity to remember and appreciate the Puritan values that this blessed country was founded on.
and then shove it up your butt,
Tim
Thank You, East Coast Friends! New Merch, West Coast Friends!
Photo by Chris Teti
Hey again,
Our brief tour of the Northeast was a grand time. Serious thanks are due to the Ryans, Phils, Kimberlys, Gregs, Jameses, Alecs, Chrises, and Michaels of the world (not to mention a middle finger to all hotels in the general Southern Vermont/Northern Connecticut region).
It really is a special thing to be able to come play shows where we’ve never before been and have the friendly reception that we were able to enjoy. We appreciate all the kind words and support, and as we mentioned a number of times throughout the weekend we will do our best to return in a timely fashion for further Sunday brunches:
We brought back a few new shirts and hoodies with us, and our hairy-guitarist/label-master/budding photographic whiz-kid (but don’t take my word for it, check out that merch page!) Justin has just received another press of Messy LPs. These do not come with the CD, as the last run did, which will allow you to commit your hard-earned two bucks on other worthless bits of plastic.
Up next: San Diego and Los Angeles, us and Graf Orlock will be in you on December 17th and 18th. Gilman, San Francisco, and Santa Cruz will be played on January 20th, 21st, and 22nd respectively with our friends Beau Navire, among others. Also in the works is a brief trip to Japan, roughly scheduled for the end of March. Sprinkle that with a pinch of song-writing and factor into all of the above our general work-to-laziness multiplier (not to mention, an ample dosing of mixed metaphor) and we may even have a release before the customary 4 year wait. Also, in response to the new boom of hardcore videography (we’re nothing if not cutting edge) we’re deep into contract negotiations with the reknowned filmmaker Wilbur Smith, who should be shooting us over the next few months for a project that will be tentatively released in Spring.
“Seize the Second” or some other banal encouragement (zing!),
Tim
Transcontinental Drift
A brief reiteration. Superfluous, somewhat, in aim, but true and genuine. The red pen of concision does have its merits. Informationally speaking:
The route puts us in metal vehicles of varying size, shape, and velocity hurtling through the air on November 3rd from Los Angles (and Oakland, respectively) to Boston whereupon we will play, then head to Brooklyn, Bristol, and Wallingford (in that order). For details, look to the right where all of our confirmed shows are always posted (just sometimes posted tardily). We are playing with some wonderful bands (Loma Prieta, Caravels, Unrestrained amongst them) and suggest you come out to see them if what we do yawns you to sleep.
Fog has settled here in the South Bay of Los Angeles. I am keeping a tight watch on my Norton Anthology of English Literature. I am nursing the black and blue out of a weight-smashed ring finger. I am listening endlessly to the new Feist record. I am reading Divorcer by Gary Lutz. I am contemplating the exciting products Vitriol is pondering (records, books, photography monographs). I am realizing the value of love, of happiness, and the beauty of California. I am rationing food and money, as are we all. I am splurging on my heart. I am apologizing for having gotten it wrong, and trying endlessly to get it more right in the future. I am reading old inscriptions in my yearbooks from people I don’t remember that say things like, “Even though everything you say is ridiculous, you’re still pretty dope.” Mostly, I am agreeing with Harry Crews:
Jesus fuck, people keep dying. They are dying and dying and dying. I have lived under towering power lines nearly all my life, and they say that people are dying. It is cancer. And everyone has AIDS. And people cannot eat. It is hard to push down on an accelerator nowadays without feeling like you are killing somebody, somewhere. It is hard to eat lunch and not feel selfish, if you’re really honest about it. And it is tough to tinker at song titles and feel like it matters. I am more sure now than I have ever been that you can hate the known world without having a hollow heart. That certain misanthropies do not preclude elation. That the world does not have to be such a beautiful place for you to fall in love with it.
Anyway. ”Bring them all back to life…“
Al / DANGERS
Dangers on the Right Side of the Map
Hey friend,
As mentioned elsewhere, albeit less clearly, we’re making a short trip to the East Coast. Our friends from way back when in Unrestrained are playing their last show on November 5th and we’re kind enough to invite us out for it. That ones in Bristol, Vermont at The Hub, but we’ll also be playing Boston (Nov. 3rd) at What We Talk About When We Talk About Us, Brooklyn on the 4th at XPO 929, and New Britain on the 6th at The House of Haas (this one’s a matinee at some uncivilized time like 1PM). We happy to have this short trip out there, and wish we had a bit more time, but with luck we’ll keep up our pace make it back there again in 5 years (that’s a roundabout way of encouraging you to come out and say hi this time around).
Also, I don’t believe there’s ever been a time where we haven’t claimed it, but we’re writing some new stuff, again and at our typical leisurely pace. We will do our best to appease all of our wonderful critics and supporters by making this record longer, slower, more confrontational, and less diverse than our last. Thankfully we’ve got our trust-funds to back these efforts (how in the world did THAT criticism ever get started… we shower so we’re rich? People think some funny things sometimes.)
Most importantly, find below the poster for the Unrestrained show, a fantastic picture featuring some dude in a Danglers “jumpa” with James Worthy (but yeah, eff the Lakers anyhow, and moreover, basketball is boring as hell, play a real sport), and check out the Tim Barry video… dude is better than most things of all kinds (www.timbarryrva.com).
Y’all be well,
Hey,
Most titles/subject lines I’ve ever used have served little purpose. I just put them there because if I don’t, they’re empty. This one does, so there.
Lest we forget that Chomsky is still the most relevant brain alive, I’ve linked (or tried to, my eSkills always leave much to be desired) a quick interview that he recently did with RT. His concluding statement is that “it’s up to the people in the advanced industrial countries to compel their governments to go along with the world.” Though this is hardly a new idea, it’s often an empty one, as a similar statement has been uttered far more frequently than a corresponding action has been implemented. Transition into: let’s hear it for Occupy Wall Street. However you may want to criticize the means, they’re certainly doing something. One of the most tangible differences between Bush and Obama is that one guy mobilized millions of protesters with each shitty choice while the other elicits mainly yawns along with a few “grassroots” campaign donations to some tea-party butthole. Yet recently people are pissed when they ought to be, which is a welcome change, and these people are doing something, which is more than most people are in any position to criticize.
Also, ZNet is about to roll out their social network-esque thing (I’d be more specific, but I’m not sure even they can). I hate facebook and twitter more than most things, but there is an undeniable usefulness to being able to move any amount of information quickly (by what other means could I ramble as I am currently to a handful of people I don’t know). So this is it! The opportunity for all us radicals who just can’t live without the knowledge of exactly how and why-come our hundreds of friends are feeling at any given moment to do it without the accompanying sludge of Googlery and privacy invasion (or at least, less of it). Projects like theirs take a good deal of time and effort, and will only thrive if we give them a shot. I for one, will give it a shot (until someone finds me and complains about how I didn’t respond in a timely fashion to some mundane “sup, dude”, at which point I will crawl happily back under my rock).
In other news: We’re playing Boston on November 3rd, Brooklyn on November 4th, Bristol (in Vermont, I’m told) November 5th, and New Britain on the 6th. Come say hi, or save the money and find us at Foodswings afterwards. Also, sincere apologies to anyone who traveled decent distances to Within These Walls Fest. There were a number of people who claimed to spend a good deal of time/money to come and support us and we cut our own set short. We’ll try not to do that in the future.
Be pleasant,
Tim
Not-so-gorgeous brains
Dear Nile Theater lightly-carpeted cement floor,
Unfortunately, you proved a poor hostess for the likes of my skull and its formerly-but-now-not-so gorgeous brains. I applaud you, though, on your well-executed ability to extract a concussion from my life. Only twice have I been privy to such feats of folly; once when I was five and fell off of some outdoor railing onto a set of brick steps at my grandparents’ old house, and another time whilst snowboarding in Heavenly on the CA side after I caught an edge near the bottom of the slope which sent the rail of my rented K2 snowboard hurtling into my 13-year-old cranium. It neither scenario, nor yesterday’s as it turned out, was I rushed to the hospital to run CAT/PET scans, and yet, somehow, I feel as though such a trip may well have proven beneficial. Something inside tells me that there may be some wiring knocked loose. Such facts would explain a lot. A lot.
But. Within These Walls Festival was well-worth the drive and heat and contusions. We are humbled by those of you that took the time to meet and greet us, and especially to those of you that flew such far distances to see our slipshod act perform. I’ve been told (though, in all honesty, I have a hard time recollecting) that I mis-worded some notions of ours up on stage regarding homophobia, and for that I now attempt atonement: our band is notoriously against homophobia and hope, collectively, that you yourself do more to bring us closer to the future wherein we all sit back and have a laugh over our current-and-shameful prevailing opinion of homosexual love and its practices. I’m sure I said other dumb things, to which: see the aforementioned lightly-carpeted floor. Sincere thanks to Michelle and Emily at Mantooth Group for putting the entire shindig together, to all our old friend (Hi, Danny!) that we saw, and especially to Cory for picking my KO’d ass off the ground.
We also played a show in Pomona. It was siq. La Bella played. They were tight. So was Media Blitz and Seahaven. Here’s what our set looked like:
Now what? Well. Sit back and relax. Do other, more important shit with (y)our lives. We had a long talk on the way back from Mesa and we’ve got some good ideas to attempt to shake out of our brains. Nothing solid, yet, other than some shows with the ever-elusive Graf Orlock in December, so we’ll stay mum until things are solidified. But, good things. Brave things. Better things. Until then, GO BUY SOME OF OUR NEW MERCH.
Love,
Al
San Diego Canceled
Since no one could find a venue for our show in San Diego, we have had to cancel it. Apologies to anyone that had made plans to come out. We have the bands ready to play, just no space to get a show done at.
Alas.
Still come out to Casa Jimenez in Pomona tonight. We’ll be rocking like mad scientists.
al / dangers
