Euphoric levels of fun were had by the brothers Deez at Northumbria University last night. We played a BBC broadcasted show opening up for Mark Ronson. With their white and red checkered backdrop and their infinite arsenal of keyboards mounted in custom metal podiums, Mark’s band had the appearance of a mighty music machine that could chew our tiny tribe up and spit us out. But the Business Intl were some of the sweetest sweethearts I’ve ever had the pleasure to share a bill with. I discovered that Amanda MNDR lives a 20 minute walk from me in Brooklyn. Winter hangouts were speculated. Ordered Quorn Tikka Pizza with Spankrock. Jammed good mandolin and bass with Alex Greenwald. Rose Elinor Dougall, Kyle Falconer, and Mark, too. Nothing but friendly friends in that camp. Telepathic high fives in their direction all day long.
This morn we went to Lincoln University and played two songs on BBC Live Lounge. There were only about 50 people in front of us, but we were told that apparently 3 million people were listening, making it collectively our biggest live audience ever. Later Darwin threw out the van trash (or as it’s locally termed, “rubbish”). A fan was delighted to snatch an empty water bottle from our tour debris before it found its way to the bin.
Now we are on a boat venue in Bristol called Thekla, where a thick, overpowering aroma of beer and urine permeates all activity. This is our second show with our wonderful French tour mates, the Naive New Beaters: some fresh, loveable knuckleheads that bring the party with a vengeance.