Kay Hanley

I’m about to pass out from exhaustion but I know myself well enough that if I don’t post tonight, all of today’s information will be lost. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of a spaceshot with major attention deficits. Oh, you hadn’t noticed? Ooof. I feel like things are sort of awkward between us now.I’m actually posting a post about how I’m too tired to post so I’ll post tomorrow, but I wanted to at least leave you with a memento of my day.

You see, the lovely Cruiserweight kids are staying at our house because they’re opening for American Hi-Fi tomorrow night at the Troubadour. While they are here, USA Mike is producing their version of “American Girl”, the essential classic by Tom Petty. That got me, Stella, Dave and USA to talking about one of our favorite iconic scenes in American cinema: In Silence Of The Lambs Catherine Martin, who happens to be a senator’s daughter is driving alone at night, singing along to American Girl on the radio. Then some major shit goes down.

This song and video by The Greenskeepers pay homage to the creepy awesomeness.

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We played a show in Lafayette, LA. tonight but I woke up with the flu this morning so the charm of this bustling metropolis was a bit lost on me. Previous to this bummer, we got to spend a few minutes in Austin.

I love Austin, Texas. The food, the music scene, the bazillion bats that fly out from under the Congress St. Bridge. I have had some good times in Austin, not the least of which was Cleo’s triumphant SXSW appearance in 1994 which led to our record deal and subsequent worldwide underachiever-ness. I wouldn’t trade a moment. Except for a couple of moments but mostly I wouldn’t trade a second.

I have a bunches of rad friends in Austin so I crammed as much action packed pal time as I possibly could. First up: Tex-Mex and karaoke with the kids from Cruiserweight! Stella, Ernie, Dave, Yogi and his fiancee Nicole took Stacy & me to a place called Trudy’s and it was pretty awesome, as Tex-Mex usually is. Especially when served with a Mexican martini. Yum.

muy bueno

dave showed up!

stella covers cleo.

i got chills!! they’re multiplyin’….

The next day, I was able to wrastle up a last minute lunch date with my sexy friend, Lynette. She and I met 20 years ago when our respective bands used to play together and later when we performed in Boston Rock Opera. Lynette is going through a yucky divorce, yet she is still one of the funniest, most upbeat people I know.

some things never change.

We rolled into New Orleans last night and I couldn’t go out because I seriously have the flu. I spent my night wracked with chills, not sure if I was going to be able to get up. I want my mommy.

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The show last night was so-so, but our stay in Dallas was excellent. During the concert, I was really distracted because Troy Aikman was rocking out right in front of me in the 3rd row. And when I say rocking out I mean standing around looking AWESOME. I do not have a picture of that but take my word for it - he is um…distracting. And when I say distracting I mean… oh nevermind.

Stella and Atom met me for lunch at the hotel and we had a lovely time catching up. Atom and I exchanged copies of our new albums and I am planning on blasting some new Feable Weiner tout de suite. That means like, soon or something. Stella’s band Cruiserweight still doesn’t have a release date for their incredible new record, which pisses me off but I’m sure a commitment from their label is forthcoming. Quickly.

indie rock’s premier couple: atom & stella

Everyone in the band has been feeling pretty crappy since the beginning of the tour. I started the tour on antibiotics for a sinus infection and have since added a steroid inhaler and albuterol for bronchitis, but I still can’t seem to shake the baseline yuckiness. Wait, is that too much information? Anyhow, our fantastical road manager Jack ordered a doctor for us so that we could get another round of B12 shots. Jamie opted for a shot in the arm but Candice, Mike and I dropped trou faster than you can say miracle drug

I didn’t take a picture of Mike getting a B12 shot in his ass, but that’s probably for the best.

Apropos of nothing, my cashier at the pharmacy where I got my new antibiotics was named Tyra Banks. Oh, how I laughed. I may never stop laughing.

tyra banks

So now we are rolling to sexy Bossier City, La. Goodbye Dallas!

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