Did you know we’re going to vinyl with this one? …and by this one, I mean the album we’ll be releasing this Spring? And by album, I mean a gorgeous record replete with Alex Morrison art work? Pretty excited.

We’ll see you at Slim’s tomorrow!!

Hey all.

The mini tour over the weekend was pretty incredible. Like a nice, cold, brisk shower, it was a good reminder that the band is alive, kicking, and that the van is still the greatest van of all.

Arcata was soooo good to us. Thank you Arcata! We made new friends, met up with old friends, played to a packed house of all of y’all lovely people, drank good drink, ate good food, played with Water Tower (formerly Water Tower Bucket Boys), and basically had the ideal time that a band could have away from home. Thanks Humbrews. Thanks people of Humboldt.

The Caspar Inn is a physical, operational time warp machine. To walk inside there, to be in that upstairs hallway, is to be curling your mustache in a 1900′s saloon. Pretty unbelievably awesome. Also awesome that the entire Inn, guests included, are all designed for maximum partying, maximum music loving, and wee-hours hoe-downery. I was winging my way to dreamland whilst The Dead Winter Carpenters combined with The Brothers Comatose in the hallway outside the room, and rocked their way into the sunrise with all the other Inn guests and show attendees. Kind of how music was meant to be enjoyed, yes?

So now we’re back home, back at the computers, chained to Photoshop and Illustrator, finishing artwork and layout for the New Album. It has a name. It has glorious artwork by banjo-player-extraordinaire, Alex Morrison. There are so many sweet, sweet teasers begging to be teased at all of you… But alas, our fearless and hairy leader, Ben, is not in the office this week. Without his permission, I dare not reveal even the barest hint of a mention of anything. The guy comes down HARD. Just ask ‘ol Johnny “nine-fingers” Bennington, the old bass player. That’s right. Ask him about the cigar cutter, and about how he learned not to upload artwork before release dates. Go ahead. Ask him. See if he still sheds that single tear. Poor guy.

…of the 52 Week Club. and we heartily recommend that you do the same. One song a week is all they ask.

We got some great songs out of the last cycle (Scout!) and this one is looking a-very a-nice-ah.

They have a facebook page too, which is excellent, as the members are now finding a place to post their weekly song offerings. It is very helpful in keeping the got-to-write-a-song fire lit!

Hope you are all having a glorious week. Write a song already.

We’re off today to Healdsburg to play a House Party. We’ll be playing in thanksgiving for the donation the good hosts up in H-burg contributed to the Kickstarter campaign. We play, we got the donation, it’s a house party. There is a lot of winning happening here. Not to mention that April showed up early this year, and it’s T-shirt weather in Sonoma County. Damn.

Mysteries – Sherlock Holmes, Poirot, Inspector Montalbano… I’m just about through with all of the above’s available reading. Help me out here folks. This is a selfish request from Gio – but after Phil’s on-the-mic request for a canoe at Lagunitas the other night, I’m feeling like the precedent has been set.

Speaking of Lagunitas – tonight promises to be made even more glorious as we get to sit down and distribute amongst ourselves several cases of the stuff amongst ourselves. Thanks Lagunitas. Little Sumpin’ and Imperial Red. SATURDAY NIGHT! Woo. We have FOUND the heart of Saturday Night. We should tell Tom Waits that he doesn’t have to search any more. Hey, Tom, we found it. It is at our house… somewhere in these cases of beer. Come on over.

What’s that? You haven’t heard these fellows?
I picked up a record the other day at The Last Record Store. This stuff is golden.

Obsoive:

Ok, so not really a retrospective, but just some links to the photos that good people have been kind enough to share with us.
We had a great New Year’s Eve with DM3 down in Santa Cruz, we had good times in Sacramento with Hot Buttered Rum at Harlow’s. Thanks Beau and Nicole!

We’re hard at work on that new record. See you soon!

It was going to happen.
Finally.

Our good and notorious friends were all, after oh-so-long, released from prison / no longer under house arrest / allowed back into California / traveling with clever-enough-disguises-to-not-be-recognized… yes, Buck Wild – that legendary string-sawing song-summoner was coming to town with his Boss Hossers.

Ear plugs were being bought off the shelves at home-improvement stores / drug stores / music stores across the greater Bay Area. People were re-soling their shoes in anticipation of the manic, frantic, uncontrollable dancing that was sure to fall upon them. Dinner plans, early Friday morning work schedules, weddings, parental responsibilities – all were cast aside by the music-loving folk of San Francisco, as the hordes descended on Cafe DuNord, anxious to see the band that was illegal in 52 of the 50 states.

And then, pukey tragedy struck.
It struck in projectile, streaming, uncontrollable fury.
The Buck Wild Tour Van (a converted Big Bud Tractor) was like a rolling barf sprinkler that evening. Yes, famed (and infamed) drummer Sparky McGee would not be playing.
And, according to the blood-oath of the Boss Hossers, “All For One, & One For All, Boss Hossers Have the Biggest Balls.”
So – No Sparky McGee, no show.

We were crushed.

It was months in the purchasing of amnesty, the long deals with crooked prison wardens, the funding of fake IDs, the putting new tires on ‘ol Big Bud… And now, at the day of reckoning, there would be no Buck Wild… there would be no Boss Hossers.

They just rolled right on out of the city that night… Into the cold and shivery darkness. Will we ever see them again? Who knows. Will they make it past the border to their safe house in Juarez? Again, we may never know. They are only exceeded in their mysteriousness by their loudness whilst rocking out on stage.

We, the humble Brothers Comatose, took the stage last night with some heavy, some sickened, some drunken, hearts. We played. We played for Buck Wild. We played for The Boss Hossers. We played for all of you – you devoted B.W.A.T.B.H. fans. We know we were not as loud, as Boss-Hossing, or as Buck-Wild as the band you came to see… but we gave it a shot.

Maybe next time, when the stars align just so… Buck Wild and his Boss Hossers will make their way back to San Francisco… we can only hope.
Yes, we can only hope.

Ladies and gents, boys and girls, and everyone between. We have new music coming your way in the coming months. We spent Nov and Dec recording, mixing, drinking egg nog, napping, and preparing for the upcoming release of our new album. We’re still finalizing the masters and artwork and we’re looking at a springtime cd release.

In addition, we’ll be heading back to the studio this weekend to record some cover songs for our awesome kickstarter donors.

We’ll be playing all these new songs at our shows so take a look at the list to the right and come on out and support live music.

Looking forward to seeing you.

Day 4 of 4 today. Overdubs… that’s why I have a quick second to post up here. Good, good things are happening here, folks. Real good things. Check out the ‘ol facebook page for some random shots that we have taken / thrown up over the last little while.

Ooh – no more typing. Recording time.
See you later.