Maryland,

Sincerest apologies for our inability to play tonight. Unfortunately, that is the risk run playing house shows. Laws exist, for better or for worse, and often they contradict this endeavor.

For those of you who weren’t at the house in College Park tonight, the boys in blue and their friend the City Manager came out, not to mosh or head walk, but to tell everyone that what we were doing wasn’t an alright thing to be doing. Bummer. More on all that at a later date. I feel like I could write a book on that topic and its many tributaries. And writing a book on this computer would take decades. Which brings me to apology number 2.

Sorry for being so brief. I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m typing presently on our dear, dear friend Colin’s impossibly small computer, and it is giving me all sorts of hell.

Point of all this is that although tonight got shut down before we had the chance to play, we are playing Baltimore, which is a mere stones throw way, twice in the near future. The first being on the 4th of this coming month at a place called Charm City Arts Space with a fantastic band called Pianos Become the Teeth, and the 2nd of which being the 24th of this coming month with Alexisonfire and Trash Talk at Ottobar. It would be fantastic if you’d come out and give us the opportunity to make right the small injustice that occurred earlier.

Also, all is well here. Hope you’re all doing well also.

yrs, Jordan.

All Eyes Toward Sochi in 2014.

And that guy.

Really, that hurt. What a game though, right?

Had to be Crosby too. Seriously, the guy hardly shows up for a single game in this tournament, notches the game winner (which was served up on a platter by Iginla), and he’s suddenly the savior of the universe. Give it a week and they’ll be renaming Canada Crosbyda. Mark my words. But where was the kid until that moment? Truth: I’ll take Ovechkin any day of the week.

*sigh*

yrs, Jordan.