After we scarfed down some bangin Greek food around the corner and talked about Walk the Moon, our plans for the near future, and the Bjorkestra, our friend Cal directed us to a hotspot in Greenwich where we hope to play some more NYC gigs in the future.
Nick L. split off to record some vocals for a song his mother Tina DeVaron wrote called "Prison Guard" and Adam and I went to scope out the Red Lion and the Bitter End.
Adam and I, admittedly, also noticed the increased presence of sun dresses in the sticky summer NYC heat, and there was much rejoicing. but not too much.
So now it's very important that you know what it is Adam and I have been doing for the last hour and a half that we have been back at Lerangis' apartment. It's called Katamari Damacy (KAT-uh-MARR-ee DAHM-uh-shee), it's very serious, and it's very important. We're saving the universe, for Christssakes.
Essentially, the King of the Universe got really wasted one night and erased all the stars from the sky, and it is now our duty, as the Prince of the Universe, to restore the night sky by rolling up everything on the planet into a bunch of big sticky balls and turning those balls into stars. Right?
p.s. our friend Cal's wife is jazz singer/songwriter Kat Calvosa - go to katcalvosa.com.