Sunday, September 27, 2009

Kissing Lessons with Walk the Moon

Dear readers,

It seems many have you have been writing us emails with topics such as, "How do you kiss with passion?" and "How do I kiss like I mean it?" and "What are some kissing tips, Walk the Moon?"

Well, I think it's a known fact that all four members of Walk the Moon are expert kissers.  But how did we get to be so good, you might ask.  Well, we'll tell you.  It's from watching this highly informative, superbly silly, and slightly sexy instructional video.  

Enjoy and learn, our young Padawans.  

The Boys

hey ladies and gents,
Adrian here, just wanted to check in say howdy to everyone following us and to say thank you. Its really weird to think that something you do people actually appreciate, so thank you for liking the music and liking it enough to also listen to whatever nonsense we boys have to talk about. yayy nonsense. So im just hanging out at school just came back from a pretty intense club frisbee tournament, my body hates me right now. Wow also after the games we went to white castle. Amazing but after like 15 burgers my body hates me even more. So im just chinchillin right now being lazy doing as little work as possible. Its working out pretty good right now. Walk the Moon!!!!

Forgotten Bookmarks

Wow, this site is so frikkin cool! Its a used book trader who finds things people have left in the pages of old books, including pictures, keycards, and recipes. I really want to try some of those recipes, dag.

anywho, go to

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Viggo fights naked and that makes him cool.

So, I wanted to find you a clip of Viggo Mortensen fighting naked in "Eastern Promises". I saw it a few nights ago and that scene changed me, permanently.

I couldn't find it, but this is better.

HA! I win!

So a few days ago I submitted "Incredibaby" to and it got posted! Hahahah. Here's the link

Woot, way to go me.


Friday, September 25, 2009

The Results are IN!

The results are in! Anna Sun wins!

You can listen to it over on the right, just click the play button!! Enjoy!

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

In the studio again!

Still workin hard on the "I Want! I Want!" EP. Nick laid down some dope dope vocals on I want I want and did a few takes of Red Light. I had to leave but he's still there, editing stuff. We have a first draft of Blue Dress and it also sounds dope. Dope dope dope.

On another note, my mom wrote an email to my girlfriend and called her "the bomb diggz" because she's been reading me type that on this blog. Hahaha.

Our dutch friend Garry from the band Exit 31 is in town and we're gonna hang tonight, methinks. Exit 31 is a band from Holland that is recording with our Anthem EP producer, Erwin Musper. For those of you at Kenyon College, the stairwells covered their song "Mother Theresa" a couple years back. Awesome.

Anywho, thats all I've got to tell the blogosphere today, other than Nick P and I saw MuteMath last night and their show was pretty dopetastic. Lots of toys and gadgets, lots of jumping around, ridiculously tight, energetic. Still bad lyrics but a great show. I was front and center for the whole thing and it rocked.

Adios, blogopeeps!


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Watercolors by Gretchen H. Reifsnyder!

Hey everybody, I just wanted to let you know that my mom just started a blog (with my help) for her watercolor paintings. She has done multiple art shows of her work in a handful of different cities, and does lots of commission work for people as gifts (my boss' wife hired my mom to paint my boss' doggie for his birthday). As you can see, she's really talented. You can go here or click her painting of sailboats to see her site. Everything on there is either for sale or could be duplicated for a very reasonable price. More to come!!


Uh oh...

Click the picture for more animals with lightsabers!!

Monday, September 21, 2009

Wow, You're Pretty

SMALL GIG this Sunday, September 27th. Nick P and I (Adam) will be performing at Oktoberfest at Annunciation Church in Clifton (Cincinnati) from 5:30 PM to 6:30 PM. Nick and I will be playing some Walk the Moon songs acoustic and anyone is welcome to come. The festival is free, and there will be food, games, and music all night.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

mute math is OK

OK, so. here's the story, bloggerpeeps. I think the band mutemath is OK, so i'm going to write a post about how OK they are. they just released an OK album called "Armistice".

Here's the deal with this OK album. I think from a musical standpoint - the CD is the bomb diggz. I like just about every song melodically, all the performances are great, the lead vocalist's voice is pretty awesome, and the arrangements are not ground-breaking but really good. The thing that makes this album OK is the fact that his lyrics are extreeeeemely shmedium. he finds a way to toss like 50 trite expressions into single choruses. por ejemplo:

Cause the world won't turn
If the sun won't rise
And the stars won't burn
In a broken sky

And the wind won't surf
If the ocean's dry
And my heart won't work
If you say goodbye

If you say goodbye
If you say goodbye
If you say goodbye
My heart's in trouble

Maybe they aren't ALL trite expressions, but the ones that aren't trite are pretty lame. Virtually no lyric on this entire 12 song album is better than average. These lyrics are ALL (to quote my friend Alex Howe) "subawesome".

Upon hearing the second track on the album, "Backfire", I first thought the chorus lyrics were:

There goes another one of our surefire girls
She backfired again

WHICH I thought was pretty awesome and intriguing. What is a surefire girl? I would like to know. But upon closer listening I found he said "surefire plans" which is about as shmedium as shmedium can be.

That being said, if you care nothing about lyrical content and just listen to the tunes of songs, this album is BALLER. OR if you (god forbid) think the lyrics I typed above are moving and original, this is the album for you.

For a song of theirs that IS good lyrically AND musically, check out "You Are Mine" from their first major label album, "MUTEMATH", which is a comparable album to "Armistice" but has a few more stand out songs.

ANYWHO, I think Petricca and I are still gonna see them live on tuesday at Bogarts because I hear they put on one HELLOVA live show. Gonna be sweet.

Good thing you can't really understand any lyrics at Bogarts.

Friday, September 18, 2009



So to say "the coming months" sounds pretentious and oddly like a presidential campaigner, but:

Hello, (your name here)!

I would like to toss some dates your way and hope you come to those dates.
October 9th: 94.1 THE LOCAL FREQUENCY Local music Bonanza-type-thing
We're playing at the Madison Theater with several local bands! Please grab a ticket from us beforehand. They are $10 bucks! That's ten dollars for eight bands--that's around $1.12 per band--WHAT A VALUE!
At any rate,

Oct. 12th will see the arrival of the next jammity jam jam, which is going to be in Akron at the Northside with our buddies Ashes (

The following weekend, either the 16th or 17th we'll be at the VI at Kenyon--I hear tell it'll be parents' weekend, so come one and come all to see several 50- and 60- somethings getting loopy and doing da stanky leg.

THENNN, we'll be in Columbus at the Rumba Cafe on Oct. 23rd at 9 with a really good band called Bonneville (

November 7th we'll be at Pianos in NYC with our good pals Unisex Salon (whose lead singer's first name is Kenyon, and whose keyboardist is seriously named BRIAN GUMBEL. Maybe now he's gonna replace my favorite Gumbel.

ok. Much love, keep an eye out for my seared tuna with wasabi butter recipe later tonight or tomorrow.

Nick L

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Dear Childrens.

Ok. I got home and my parents were working so I decided to make dinner.

I made salmon topped with capers and garlic, lightly dusted with White Rose flour, and a melange of veggies that turned into a warm peach-jalapeno salsa.

I just wanted to share the recipe for the salsa:

1 Jersey beefsteak tomato
1 mild sweet pepper
1/2 peach
1/2 red onion
1 Jalapeño

a tbsp hot sesame sauce, a whole slosh of x-virg olive oil, a teaspoon or so of cumin, a pinch of cayenne pep powd, and a dash of water.

1. Sloshed in the x-virg and sesame and let it heat up in a small saucepan. Blanch the tomato (poured boiling water over it and let it sit until the skin sloughs off) and slice the onion and pepper up.

2. Toss the onion in the pan and let it rock and roll for a little while. Then dice the tomato and put it, and the pepper in. If you make sure to keep the mushy gushy parts of the tomato, they really thicken the sauce nicely. Then add the cumin and the cayenne.

3. Let that simmer over low/medium heat for a while. Say five minutes. When it is bubbly and thick, cut up the peach into 1/2 inch chunks and toss it in, saving three or four chunks, which you can smush up into a kind of peach gunk, and then toss that in.

4. Let that hang out on a simmer for a few minutes, and when it is nice and thick and bubbly, slice the Jalapeño into little rings and toss it in, making sure to keep the little funky seeds, as they are really spicy and good.

5. Let that all simmer for a little while, adding water if you need to make it saucier or less spicy. Add cayenne and cumin to taste now too if you want.

6. Toss that shit on some food and rejoice unto the Lord, for he brings forth bread from the Earth.

word up,

Nick L

thanks to Mark Bittman's Minimalist Cookbook for inspiration, which came in the form of a great little tomato salsa recipe, which starts with a Jersey Beefsteak tomato. That's the only similarity.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Lego Equilibrium - not for the faint of heart

This is just sweet. And violent, sort of.

Legolibrium 2 from Keshen on Vimeo.

ALSO here's a funny tip we received on thursday:

We'll take you up on that, Erin and Nick!

the boyz

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Videos from Kids Get Dead show!

Here are a few videos taken by Lauren Rasmussen!! There are videos of almost the whole show on but these are a few songs that we don't have other videos for yet!

I Want! I Want!

Red Light Remix

When My Baby is a Mess

Here is an old video lauren posted from Newport in July. It's noisy but i like the video.

Stone Cold Fox

Enjoy! And check out the last couple posts - I've put up a lot today!! Woot


Chippin in to help ye olde Walke the Moone

Hey what's up! Just wanted to let everyone know that if you would like to help us out, all you have to do is click "Chip In!" and you can donate a few bucks to Walk the Moon to help us with recording our album, making T-shirts (which are on the way!), and continuing to make awesome music and play shows!!! Even a few dollars will help!

Thank you!

The Boyz

Poems of the Underground

I just found this picture from when we played in London two Summers ago and I love it. The quote is from Canadian Poet Elizabeth Smart.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Poll up on the right side!

Heyo - just letting everyone know that we just put up a poll about our upcoming EP, "I Want! I Want!" It's going to have five songs -

Anna Sun
Blue Dress
The Liftaway
Red Light (new version)
I Want! I Want!

Please vote for your favorite!

the boyz

wow wow wee wow

We already wrote a post about this, so check that out below, but we were afraid it would get swallowed up by Nick L's september 11th post (you should read it if you haven't already, it's epic and interesting). But anywho, we had a fantastic night at the Kids Get Dead movie premiere and the show. We really enjoyed everything and Chick Pimp, Coke Dealer at a Bar put on a great show after ours. Plus we met some cool peeps, like Nicole, and Chelsea and Angie (both of whom had seen us at Ryan Cabrera's show, ha!). Nicole put together this awesome video for her youtube show, which you can check out here:

Here is her video, it is hilariously awesome and all things that are good.

the opinions expressed in this video do not necessary reflect those of Walk the Moon.

We actually really enjoyed the film for its ridiculousness, the world should check it out anyway!! Sorry you didn't like it, nikki!

Here are a few pics from the show, courtesy of Nicole, Angie, and Chelsea:

Friday, September 11, 2009

It's been 2920 days

Eight years ago today, it was my fourth day of high school at Stuyvesant High School, the magnet high school giant in Manhattan, and I was beginning to feel at home in high school. I was 11 days away from turning fourteen, which is a huge milestone in teenagerhood--you go from a middle-school teenager to a High School Kid. I was excited and I was beginning to get the hang of my new schedule at school. I had an early world history class with Mr. Valentin, who moved a mile a minute and erased his notes from the board seemingly every minute. I got out of class at 8:40 or so and headed excitedly to the library to log onto a computer terminal and write my mom an email. Another thing about high school was my shiny new email address. I had been quite a sadsack about high school up until today, and I was excited to share my new happiness with my parents.

So I logged on--I still remember my old password, thutosh--and began typing to my mom:

Dear Mom,

I'm here at school and I think I'm beginning to like it.

or something of the sort, when there was a massive thump that seemed to come from the floors above the library. It was too sudden and muffled to cause any commotion in the meticulously maintained Stuyvesant Library, but everyone looked up, startled, from their computers or books. People quickly stopped thinking about it until someone sitting by a window hissed "look at all that smoke!" we rushed to the window and looked out to see a plume of smoke rising from what looked to be the top of the red brick residential building across the street, although no flames were visible. "A boiler room explosion!" someone asserted, and we all agreed that there had been a catastrophic explosion in the upstairs boiler room that the building must have had.

It was the beginning of Period 2, and kids who were a little bit late to class had begun filtering in, and their story was a little different. A rumor spread like wildfire through the library--a plane had run into the World Trade Center. A plane had run into the world trade center. A plane had run into the twin towers. A small passenger plane had hit one of the towers. I laughed, not even connecting our neighbor's "boiler room" explosion with the comical image I had of a small propeller plane hitting one of the towers and bouncing off, props and wings mangled in every zany direction imaginable. I sent my email and left the library.

I ran into one of my many new friends in the hallway. "The World Trade Center is on fire!" he breathed, and then everything clicked. The plume of smoke was not coming from the top of the building across the street, it was coming from behind the building across the street. It was coming from the World Trade Center, four blocks away. This was no cartoonish aerial mishap. There was something seriously dangerous about the thoughts beginning to take shape in my mind. "Come on--let's go to the tenth floor! Apparently you can see!" My heart was pulsing and my face was beginning to flush with excitement and nervousness. A familiar gravelly voice came over the public address system: "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your principal, Stanley Teitel. Ten minutes ago, a passenger plane flew into the side of one of the Twin Towers..." I can't remember if he asked us to remain calm, I can't remember if he asserted that everything was under control, but I will never forget how little response it got. People were nervous and jittery and walking fast, but nobody was panicking except for a few kids whose parents worked in the Towers.

My friend, whoever it was, and I had made it to the tenth floor. We found a vacant art class and ran to the windows. Looking south, we could see over the building across from us and see that there was a gigantic hole in one of the Twin Towers. The smoke had turned black and was billowing upwards, countered by a shimmering waterfall of debris flowing downwards to the ground. Later I would realize how much of that cascade of material was human. I was transfixed. I was thinking about how much my grandchildren would enjoy this story about the crazy accident at the World Trade Center my freshman year in high school.

I left my friend with a gaggle of other onlookers and headed downstairs to see if I could find any of my football buddies, with whom I was closest at this point in school, when there was another muffled thump. Minutes later, principal Teitel announced that a second plane had hit the World Trade Center. Someone I passed on the stairs proclaimed "It's terrorists!" Someone else added "This can't be an accident..." All I could respond with was "Holy shit. Holy shit!" I ran downstairs to the fifth floor, the popular football hangout and several of the guys were there. We exchanged high fives, pounds, and daps and all began acting masculine. Someone began holding forth about terrorism. Other football players expounded on how fucking nuts this was, yo. Others, including me, milled about silently.

I can't really remember anything until my next class, Honors English Research Seminar with Gail Greenbaum. Mrs. Greenbaum was a very in-touch woman. She had us do calming alternate nostril breathing, turned half the room lights off, and then turned on CNN. There was a live feed on the Twin Towers. We kept the sound off, and turbulent chatter filled the room. The window faced North, away from the scene of the attacks. We crowded around the seats nearest to it and watched as a small stream of foot traffic began to trickle up the West Side Highway and a flock of media and police helicopters began to form coming straight at us, each one sending us ducking and cursing as it whooshed over our building. An announcement came over the PA system and told us that the building was being locked down because it was unsafe to go outside, and that we would all be given free lunch courtesy of the Board of Ed and transported home when the fires and debris were under control.

Then the lights in the room flickered and went dead, and the building shook as CNN showed one of the towers collapsing in a plume of grey. Our room went silent. Some of us put our heads down. Some 0f us cried. I sat in silence, and thought about death. The room vibrated both with the aftershock and with the nervous energy of thirty teenagers and one middle-aged woman. I figured that if the north tower were to fall over, rather than implode like the first one had, we would all be in serious danger. Confirming my suspicions, another announcement came over the loudspeaker instructing us all to calmly get out of our classes and evacuate the building. Details for which classes were to follow what exit paths were given to the teachers, and all 3,200 of us--students and faculty--began organizing into groups and lines. Never did I think that fire drilling was more than just an excuse to get out of class, but here was an example of mass organization and fire planning at its best. Quietly and in order, we fell in line and exited the building.

The images on the way out will stick with me for my entire life. The gigantic bay window that extended from the second floor ceiling to the doors on the first floor was thick with white dust, and businesspeople were plastered to the window, looking out at their old workplace. As we got to the grand lobby of the Stuyvesant High School building, all in quiet lines, something burst through the south doors. It was a fireman, white from head to toe, staggering, face streaked with tears, chin and front a maze of dust, saliva, and vomit. His retching and sobbing was the only noise in the marble lobby, and it echoed off the back walls and filled our eerie procession with a crazed fear and a wash of gladness that we were inside, not out there.

Finally we burst out the North doors to a gorgeous late summer day, no sign of disaster except for the stream of businesspeople walking up the West Side Highway. A call for water was made and we all handed any bottled water we had up the line.

I was walking North with some of the guys from the football team, chit-chatting about baseball, about the upcoming football season in which we were going to finally suceed after so many years of being the New York Public School Athletic League bottomfeeders, about girls, and certainly not about the maelstrom of dust, debris, and smoke we were walking away from. The Hudson river blinked in the sun at our left, the highway at our right was closed down, and all that we cared about was getting home. None of us knew how long it would take us to get home, none of us really cared. We talked in fragments, interrupting ourselves to glance back at the catastrophe and whisper "Holy Shit."

I fell away from my friends, and began walking alone, looking out at the river and losing myself in thought about the weather and the upcoming Mets season. Then a hand landed on top of my head. Someone was palming my head. I panicked for a moment, not knowing who was tall enough to do that, figuring maybe one of the Varsity guys was picking on me, and then I turned.

It was my father.
My dad.
The first words out of my mouth were "I knew you'd come." Because somehow I did. I had known all along, somehow, that my father would come find me. Out of the tens of thousands of people streaming uptown, out of the three thousand Stuyvesant kids, I knew my dad would find me. Because he was my dad. That's just how it was. Of course he talked his way past the police barricades on the west side highway in a cab, and when the cab was finally stopped by the cops he had gotten out and ran against the flow of foot traffic. It didn't matter that he was one man running towards the disaster, towards his confused 13-year old son. It didn't matter that I was one small pre-pubescent, confused, rattled teenager in a crowd of 13,000 or more. I knew he'd come. And of course he did. He found me, and put his hand on my head, and I looked up, and framed against the brilliant, empty blue September sky was my dad.

"Hey, Nick! How are you?" He smiled. There were no tears, no shouts of relief. There was a fierce hug, or maybe there wasn't. I can't really remember what happened after I first realized it was my dad.

"Let's go home."
"Are you hungry?

That's what happened to me on September 11th, 2001.

it's been 2920 days and this is the first time I've written this story down.


Nick Lerangis

wow wow wow wow!

we just had to share this.

dear nikki,

we love you. you're the bee's knees. sorry you didn't like the movie.

Nick, Nick, Adam, and Adrian

p.s. we actually really enjoyed the film for its ridiculousness, the world should check it out anyway!!

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


You have probably read about this by now but COME THURSDAY NIGHT (tomorrow/tonight) to the Kids Get Dead premiere!

What: Kids Get Dead premiere, Walk the Moon show, Chick Pimp show
When: Thurs, Sept 10th
Where: 20th Century Theater in Oakley

Doors open 7:30
Movie 8:00
WM 10:00
Chick Pimp 11:00

$10 admission

PLEASE COME, its gonna rock rock rock

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Anderson HS grads reunite for film premiere, concert | Community Press

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Hey Yawl


We're in the studio with Chris again, just editing and crunking out brum trax. I wanted to talk about it. I LOVE Chris and we all do--we just got the DVD with the new Red Light drum tracks and when Chris loaded it into his computer it came up as a blank disc. AGH! but chris used a few crazy wierdo magic programs and it found everything deep within the far reaches of the DVD.


keep an eye out for a new song in coming weeks called Dr. Miracle. holler.



Saturday, September 5, 2009



The village in was burning tonight. We just played a pretty long set at the Village Inn in Gambier, OH, and the place was about to explode by the end of the show. Thank you to everyone who came out and got crazy with us.

Jerry from the VI sat in the back and smiled at us, paid us, and made sure everyone was drinking and dancing and THERE. Thank you Jerry.

Thank you EVERYONe. I'm completely drained in the best way.


Jack Nicholson RULEZ

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Fort Thomas, KY

Hello, Fort Thomas, Kentuckians!!

I just want to acknowledge that ft. thomas has been looking at our blog the most out of any city in the WORLD over the past month. thanks yo!!

we'll be playing ACOUSTIC AT newport on the levee TOMORROW (friday) from about 5:30 to 8:30 as long as the weather is good. we will be inside, another band is outside.

see you there, kentuckians. thanks for listening!!!


Wednesday, September 2, 2009

flip flop in yo teeth!

a few things:

lerangis picked up half a dead bunny with a shovel today while my mom screamed
kids get dead is nearing
WE ARE PLAYING NEWPORT ON THE LEVEE (acoustic) THIS FRIDAY from 5:30 to 8ish inside the galleria
we just extended the chip in thing so you can donate munneys to us so we can keep playing shows and recording new tunes
i beat nick l. in a twitter battle
inglourious basterds is freakin incredible
i got my hair cut


also i randomly found this facebooking:


Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Discovering Things


I want to talk about some stuff for a minute. Discovering things. It has been my life's obsession and it will be, hopefully, until I die. Gorgeous discovery of the day: Today I discovered Antony Hegarty.
Some of us live in small spaces inside ourselves, crying and afraid and defensive and fatalistic. We work and work to make sure nobody can see into our eyes, and every day we bolster our defenses. We're all hiding things: we're queer, we're in love, we want affection, we want to leave, we're angry, we're incredibly turned on by SOMETHING that someone we are afraid of (often ourselves) cannot accept. Every day I try to discover something in hopes that I learn more about myself--in recent weeks I've discovered unexpected love, I've learned how to garden, I've discovered Antony and the Johnsons' I am a bird now, I've discovered my own ability to see into my brother's eyes and read deeper than anyone else can, I've discovered how wonderful it is to wake up to news on the radio and not just a beep.

Basically, I am being really teary-feary about how wonderful it feels to inquire and try things and explore within and without.

Right. Yay life, yay being and subbeing and all that crap.

hoo boy

KIDS GET DEAD...big show!

We've mentioned this a few times before but on September 10th we're playing a show as part of a film screening at the 20th Century Theater in Hyde Park. The movie is called Kids Go to the Woods...Kids Get Dead. It's an awesome spoof of 80's horror films and it's getting really good reviews. It's made by some cool peeps from NYC.

8:00 PM - Kids Get Dead
10:00 PM - Walk the Moon!
11:30 PM - Chick Pimp, Coke Dealer at a Bar

Admission is $10 and you get a free copy of the movie on DVD, FREE food, and get to see us!! There's also a cash bar all night. The event is going to be written up in Citybeat magazine and a few local papers - we're hoping to have a lot of people there!! Please come if you can, bring friends.

This is an awesome event and we are honored to be headlining - so please come out for the film, the show, the free food, the DVD, the drinks, WHATEVS!

See you there

The boyz