Todd and The Domestics went their separate ways about a week ago. (He was the crazy, lovable, sweaty guy going nuts on a lead a guitar.) It was the best decision for everyone and yes, we all still heart each other. He thinks we're great. We think he's quite neat. And we'll miss him.

But now we're a threesome, I mean, trio! Like Greenday. And The Police. And Destiny's Child. Ok, maybe not quite like that. We're gonna see how we like it. So come out and check it out - we've got two free shows coming up! Judge for yourself.

In other news, we have a couple rough tracks from our upcoming EP that we'll post on MySpace soon.

Stay tune!

xo,
Alina

We've been so busy recording and obsessing that the outside world has ceased to exist. But I'm coming out of hibernation to let you know that the new EP is almost done! Charles Newman at Mother West Studios has been great to record with and frankly, we've just been stretching it out so we can hang out with him longer. I wonder if it's a change of pace for him to record a band that shows up on time, doesn't get wasted and quietly reads science fiction in the corner. Wait til mixing though. It will be a celebration in the spirit of Ancient Rome. Bring on the orgies and the vomitorium!

Or I'll just sit quietly and sip chamomile tea. Ahhhh....

Anyway, the EP will be 5 songs and we're aiming for an April release. If you'd like to pre-order, you will get a special treat (form of: tshirt) along with the music for $7. Email me at alina@thedomestics.com for details.

xoxo,
Alina

This weekend was began recording with producer Charles Newman - who produced the Magnetic Fields' awesome 69 Love Songs. The recording is going well, so far. The drums and bass are done. I woke up this morning with a fever and a sore throat but managed to get the job done. Now it's time for me to be impatient.


-Evan

So, we have an acoustic show tomorrow and I'm worried.
I'm worried that you guys will think we have been taken over by the same aliens who took over Sting and Norah Jones. You know, the royalty of "adult contemporary". But I think it's all in my head. Cause I need to be paranoid about one thing or other all the time in order to feel alive.

Because you do really want to hear "Isosceles" with a samba beat, don't you? Or hear Evan turn his stand up bass into a cello in the middle of "Paranoid". I think you do. I've been clinging to distortion like a security blanket. It's time to let go. God forbid, people might be able to hear all the words.

Anyway, see y'all tomorrow at Knitting Factory!
xo,
Alina

Ack!
My bloggering has been taken over. Is it because I'm so remiss in updating regularly?
I can't believe all my bandmates do is watch tv and eat cashews.
I'm gonna go learn "Talk Dirty To Me" now. Cause that's how I feel.
xo,
Leenerella

Hey there. It's Eric, the drummer. I guess it's my turn to take a crack at writing my innermost thoughts and feelings about life, music, and the state of the world into our collective band diary for all to share.

Too bad I'm a shallow bastard.

I'm not usually a shallow bastard. In fact, those of you who know me know that I have a slight tendency to pontificate about all manner of subjects and I am usually quite expressive in my opinions. Get me a little liquored and I could hold a seminar. But today, I'm as shallow as a kiddie pool.

Really, I got nothing. No depth of feeling, no passionate philosophies, no transcendental musings.

All I have is a slight headache and a small hankering for some cashews. I really like cashews. I guess that's something.

And owls. I have this thing for owls. It's not a big thing. I don't have a subscription to the Franklin Mint Owls of North America Figurine Collection or anything like that. They just appeal to me for some reason. I guess everyone has an animal that they identify with in some way; like a totem. I'm curious what anyone who reads this sees as their personal animal. Let me know. I'm just going to be here eating cashews.

-Eric

Hi, I'm not Alina whatsoever. I'm Todd.
So, I'm sitting here dorking out in front of the TV watching "Medium". Michele is doing a needlepoint that she bought when we were in Maine. It's a solar eclipse, with both of the heavenly bodies in question rendered in trippy blues and oranges. The sun smiles placidly and confidently; the moon seems contentedly blasé about the whole process.
Have you ever watched "Medium"? God, the husband's a cock.
Yeah, so this is my first diary entry. I suppose I should talk about The Domestics. We played The Fire for our Philly debut on Thursday. My friend Toner horsed her posse out to see us. We happened to play with a chap named Curtis who plays the Fort at the Sidewalk Cafe. He seemed bored with the whole "playing through a PA" thing, so he left the stage and played unamplified banjo whilst traipsing through the crowd. Quite entertaining indeed.
There is an entire room built of computer-generated Kraft Macaroni and Cheese™ on my television right now. Well, not now, but when I began to write that sentence. Now there's a commercial for a reality show called "The Big Loser", which I won't be bothered to muster an obvious joke about, as I have too much respect for you.
Friday we had an amazing show at Crash Mansion. Alina and I both wore the same clothes we wore for our Fire show. I sniffed my T-shirt, and I swear it smelled like flowers. I pretend-jokingly asked Eric if I could wear his orange armbands for the gig. I was secretly hoping he'd say yes. But then he did, and suddenly I got cold feet. I'm not ready to be an "armbands" guy. I have to work up to that. I want to head any Mark Knopfler comparisons off at the pass. Of course, he's more a "headband and armbands" guy, and that's just not wise. Oh, and for the record, I hate his guitar playing too.
Patricia Arquette was just crying. I had a crush on her once. And then it fizzled out. One day, you love Patricia Arquette, the next day, you're all "ihh, whatever." Life is deliciously random.
So the next show (9/30) is an acoustic one at the Knitting Factory. I just watched the videotape of our first acoustic show at the Sidewalk for the first time. It wasn't quite as instructional as it should have been. I hate watching myself, and yet I find myself utterly riveting. I prefer to obsess about my shortcomings that are comfortably out of my control. Mostly about dorky faces. I can't help making them.
II'm tired. I'm going to bed. Whine whine whine.
Oh, God, another David Spade Capital One commercial. I promise never to write in front of the boob again.

Hey there!

Thanks to everybody that came down to Sin-e and watched us kick ass again in the latest "Girls Vs. Boys" contest! Ok ok, so I'm not really a "girl", but Alina definitly is and she'll kick all of your asses!

Love,
Evan