ANNOUNCING: Making Mondays Tuesday!!
People make Mondays Tuesdays all the time and don’t even notice it happen. But to the trained eyes of the members of The Campaign for Real-Time, they appreciate it every week. Do we have to remind you that this is the band that pointed out we’re all time travelers here, moving at 60 minutes an hour forever into the future?
But to C4RT the moment that Monday becomes Tuesday (or is made) is a truly important experience. It’s a time to reflect where they been, and where they’re going. Part religious observance. Part think-tank. All party. Now’s the time to celebrate moments like these and share it with the Boston community.
Announcing a month-long celebration of Making Mondays Tuesdays at Great Scott in Allston (September 10, 17, 24, October 1). And celebration it is. Over the course of the month, C4RT launches “L.A. Tracks (1933-1969), an six-song EP teaser on Wonderdrug records of material they recorded with uber-producer Mudrock out in Los Angeles this past Spring (LA Tracks!) . Not only that but September 10 marks off show number 100 for the band.
So this is just a residency, right? Sure, to the cynics. To everyone else, this is a destination. C4RT will bring together such disparate elements into a new meeting-of-the-minds each week for a truly engaging weekly be-in. Behold the lineups.
Making Mondays Tuesdays with Campaign For Real-Time
Great Scott’s * Allston, MA 02134
$7 * 18+ * 9 PMcheck it before hand, and rawk out:
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needless to say i’m excited for tonight, it’s going to be straight up awesome. and it’s the 100th show for campaign for real time, which is just amazing. i’m so excited. i have to say, i totally love them forevers now. and elton steel is my future baby daddy.
if i play my cards right, i will be seeing 3 concerts this week, 2 at the least. and that, my friends, if fucking fabulous. campaign for real time, interpol, and roadsteamer…what more could you ask for, really?
of course, work is a special circle of hell right now, but hopefully it will all blow over by october. fingers-fucking-crossed. i’m working out some shit for chicago right now, and this time next week i’ll be on a plane to chicago with jeanne…oh man.
so insane.
and i’m totally hating everything about this data transfer right now. all i have to do is survive the week, you know? just survive the week.
survive the week and organize new car stuff. i’ve barely been able to process the idea that my beautiful, beloved camry is no more…and now…new car? it’s totally not set in yet, you know? i’m just…bewildered.
last week, the week before…everything since the accident has been the most horrible horrible ever, you know? it’s all too much. and then there’s just all this bullshit with worrying about my finances and how much i hate public transportation and honestly i didn’t believe it would happen so quickly, like it is. just…wtf?
yet, here i am, and here is my beautiful new car. in mere days, it will be mine. i will slide behind the wheel and commence the most INTENSE PARANOIA ever. because the camry was the nicest thing i owned, and this car — though it has no where near the emotional and sentimental value of the camry — is loads and loads fancier and nicer. it’s a gorgeous piece of machinery, you know? i can hardly believe it’s going to be mine. it’s ridiculously awesome.
i just don’t know what i’m doing with myself these days, i swear…
and last but not least, CHECK OUT MY RACK!
it is awesome and covered with cock. i have the best kitchen ever!
behold my rack!
