The Pauses: Tour-O-Blog

exploding-satellites asked: I just discovered you guys from the Stanford's Love Competition video and I just wanted to say y'all ARE AMAZING, I can't wait until SXSW 2012, and please come to Austin more often because that'd make my day, seriously.

Hey, thanks!

Sorry for the delay. We never check this thing. In fact, the few emails below yours are all spam and asking us to see them naked. Weird. 

Anyways, we’re super excited for SXSW! We have shows from March 14-17, one of which is supposed to be a live soundtrack to the Love Competition premiere. You can find the dates here: www.facebook.com/thepauses

Thanks for your interest!

The Great and Deceiving Endeavor of Pausing in Northern Territories

As of today our philandering tour loses all interest in other states and becomes a 5-day entertainment spectacular for the good clean folk of New York exclusively. FL, NC, and PA, you guys really meant a lot to us and we’ll cherish the memories we had in you, but look, we’re loners…rebels. Your seductive chants of ” Oh, look I think there’s a band up there playing music”,  ” You fellas only have time for one more song ”, and “Hey, so you guys wanna buy some opium” are just nearly enough to keep us around for a little bit, but let’s face it, New York will always be floating around on the horizon of our itinerary. You know this and it would just be selfish to lead you on with uncomfortably drawn-out drum solo outros to close our set. I mean, right? Who would do such a thing?  

So….yeah….Hey, New York. We’ve brought half eaten bags of Doritos and some leftover Almond Milk. We’re a few days unshowered and more than prepared to camouflage right in with every other CMJ-doting band cockroaching their way onto shows that only by the loosest geographical association could be considered “affiliated” with the actual fest. We’ll wander around for a bit and if things just aren’t feeling compatible, we know of some areas we can crawl back to where they’ll heat us up a couple cheesesteaks with whiz.  

Important “Facts” gleaned thus far:  

Iguanas can and will commit suicide  

More people are killed annually by donkeys than airplane crashes  

In a pinch, a denim jacket makes for a pretty decent whiskey towel.    

As always, stayed tuned for our next entry which is sure to be covered in pizza grease and a distinct Danny Aiello-style dialect.  

-jason

The Great Pausing Deceivers Tour of O-11 (or The Long Hard Road to Raleigh)

I’m typing as delicately as possible as the Deceivers are snuggled together in the back of the van harvesting their collective energy for tonight’s North Carolina show. Last night’s Pajama Jammy Jam House Party in Tallahassee was a blast and ended as all Kid n’ Play themed festivals should; with some douchebag screaming incoherently while breaking a bottle in the street and the home-owner’s demanding everyone get the fuck off their property. It’s fitting really, as it’s also our preferred method of vacating the premises of anyone who’s generous enough to put us up while on tour. We’re not necessarily into the whole feeling welcome thing but really dig leaving a super cool/deeply troubled impression whenever we depart.

Important “Facts” gleaned thus far:

Armadillos have four babies at once and they’re always the same sex

If you scream at a glass of water for 80 years it will eventually boil

Stay tuned for more of our brooding yet mysteriously attractive posts and “facts’ straight from the Nathan Chase Hates Us and Never Wants to Play With Us Again Tour (tour-name subject to change).

-jason

The Pauses Go On Tour

Day 5 - 12:45 pm. We’re on the wind-down. Amazing to think that we’re closing up shop on this little tour and don’t have the desire to simultaneously strangle the life out of each other. Maybe this whole thing will work after all. Then again, we do still have one more show tonight, so maybe this assumption is a little premature.  

After last night’s show in DC we could easily just retire from music altogether without all the violence and squeezing and flailing. Office of Future plans flat out demolished the DC9. Shame cause it was such an awesome club. I’m sure some monument to the show will be erected from the ashes.  

We are privileged enough to get our grubby little hands on an advanced copy of the album and, just based on what we heard last night, you may not want to talk to us for a while if you don’t want to constantly hear us gushing about it. But, you know, just in case you were looking for the greatest thing that’s ever existed in the world, this is sure to be it. They also could not have been more accommodating and full of things to say that I’m already having etched into my tombstone. We really can not turn around and get back up here fast enough to impose ourselves on these guys some more.  

We’re on the road to our final show at Motorco in Durham, NC tonight with Joe Hall (of Hammer No More The Fingers). If all the shows that have lead up to it have set a precedence, then the venue is sure to be entirely constructed from flights and flights of endless staircases that we have to load in on while concurrently playing our set and loading out. Seriously, by the time we return home, it’ll be like we just got released off a five-year prison sentence; all ripped and book smart. But don’t worry ladies, we’ve balanced it out nicely with not actually reading books and only eating fries doused in gravy and cheese. It’s always been our pledge to be as un-intimidating as possible.

-jason

The Pauses Go On Tour

Day 4 - 3:00 pm. WE’RE ALIVE!!! And not in the  “we had to eat each other on a mountaintop” way. Although, for a while there, Nathan was looking pretty delicious. Maybe we can find a decent mountaintop on our way back down south.

The BimaFest really pulled it together nicely in the face of band cancellations and threats of unattended events. We got in just in time to catch War on Women who were destroying the Sidebar and unfortunately their own amps. But before they had to cut slightly short, it was like they were custom built to welcome us to the festival. If we weren’t so road-weary we would have totally taken part in the one-man mosh pit.  In an unexpected turn of events, our pals Deleted Scenes were added to our bill at Frazier’s. It’s a blessing and a curse to play with those guys. Always a ridiculously flawless show, but who’s going to remember that other bands played before or after them ever? Pretty sure they even overshadowed the moment when I brought the house down by suggesting that we should have covered Tossed Salad and Scrambled Eggs at that particular venue. Man, you should have heard the roar of approval.

Our other pal, Kate Wilcox (yeah, we have a few friends who aren’t in bands) put us up in familiar digs, fed, and watered us throughout the storm. She’ll be tagging along (and being tagged by Nathan) with us to our show tonight in DC with Office of Future Plans. We’ll be stealing a good majority of their members for our own set. I don’t know that we’ve ever been more anxious and enthusiastic about a show. I mean that graduation party T and I played in some dude’s garage with that brocore band a few years back was up there, but the edge goes to this one just slightly.  

So, that should just about do it for the weather-complaining portion of our updates. We hope that, while less penis-exposure-y than the weather channel, we were somewhat informative and compelling. Maybe next time we’ll work on the whole anticlimactic aspect of it.

-jason

The Pauses Go On Tour

Day 3 - 12:30 pm. We played a show in Richmond, VA last night….On the bright side, we got to catch up with one of our favorite ex-Vostok-ians, Clair Morgan; a sweetheart, a gentleman, and apparently another right-side-of-the-bed enthusiast. Man, the road is rough. As well, my life was mercifully saved when Tierney ruthlessly pulverized the over-sized hitchhiking spider in our car. I knew this blog would be action packed.

Today, we are making our way to Baltimore for BiMA Fest which we’ve recently learned has nothing to do with the Biometric Identity Management Agency. Currently re-thinking all of our in-between song banter.

We are presently outrunning this selfish storm and psyching ourselves up for the next couple days by watching plenty of footage of unfortunate weathermen being forced to deliver their reports from the very place they’re advising everyone else to stay away from. Our research has turned up that the club we’ll be playing at, Frazier’s, is in fact not built out of microwaved marshmallows. So, we expect and hope that those who are contemplating it’s structural integrity in the face of some light breeze and tickling drizzle will be able to convince themselves that our show might be worth braving the weather for. If we lose power mid-set we’ve been working on some really killer ghost stories to pass the time. You guys haven’t heard the one about the bloody fingers, right?

-jason

The Pauses Go On Tour

Day 1 - 2:00 am. Nathan and I are snuggled in a kid-sized bed at Tierney’s cousin’s house. He took the right side that I could have sworn I claimed in the car. I guess particular bed-side calling doesn’t hold the same weight as shotgun calling.

Oh, the tour, yeah we’re on it. After much deliberation between “The Hey, We Really Shouldn’t Be Touring In This Kind Of Weather Tour” and “The We’re Playing But You’re All Too Trapped Inside Of Your Own House By Imminent Catastrophic Disaster To Come Watch Some Band Play Stuff Tour”, we compromised on The “Come On Irene Tour.” And we began it tonight by playing at The John M Rivers Communications Museum at the College of Charleston in South Carolina. The place was jam packed with Gramophones and Dictaphones and Phonograms and Fanta Cans and Teddy Grahams. We couldn’t have felt more at home and neither could our performance-aiding video (featuring much of that same technology) which we were able to project onto and behind ourselves.

We took the stage/dividing area of rug just after Sleepy Eye Giant. I always thought that there was a rule of thumb that if you were an awesome band then you are required to throw your weight around as such; Don’t watch the band after you or invite them for drinks and be awesome genuine people. But apparently SEG haven’t caught up with the times. We will take full advantage of them until they realize their worth and stop returning our phone calls like their band status obligations demand.

Tomorrow we are off to Richmond, VA. because we couldn’t find a cranny in the Communications Museum appropriately sized to hide out in for all time. Even if we had, I’m sure Nathan would have taken the right side of it.

-jason