Poor Cole is cold, and so we put out an open call on facebook to bring him toasty clothes. “What if they bring you clothes that are really warm, but really unfashionable?” I inquired. Cole paused for a moment and then smiled and shot back, “Our fans aren’t unfashionable.”
The band continues to devour Anthony Kiedis’s autobio. It is sex, drugs, and rock n roll to the max. We decided that the Darwin Deez version of this formula is: cereal, kissing, and the internet.
Tonight we’re gonna make our first attempt at integrating Darwin’s hip hop project into the live show. Darwin and Cole are gonna rap over Cole’s remix of “The City” while Greg and I and the Naive New Beaters hype them up in the background (Darwin enlightened me that this is properly termed “lamping”). As we roamed Exeter, Cole discussed with me how it’s funny that tonight will be his first live moment in the band where he’s presenting something that is totally his (both the rap and the remix), and how ironic it is that this moment will consist of him rapping onstage, something he never imagined he’d do. Ever.