Winter has proved yet again to be a tease, taunting us with a blustery snow day only to slap us in the face with rain the next day.  This week has been no exception, but the lack of significant accumulation this year made Tuesday’s light snow a welcome affair.  Precipitation has never excited anyone more than elementary school children.     Watching snow flakes fall from a night sky in the glow of street lamps with butterflies in your stomach has been a pastime for kids for generations.  The building anticipation of a school closing announcement is enough to drive any kid into a frenzy.  Such was the case for my ever hopeful daughter this Wednesday morning.  She awoke an hour early to find the streets blanketed with a layer of snow and slush and could hardly contain herself when she burst into my room, phone in hand, begging me to call the school to find out if it was cancelled.  Funny how kids are more likely to wake early on a potential day off.

I didn’t blame her at first for being frustrated when we found out school would start on time, not even a delay.  But the constant complaining on the walk to school was wearing me thin.  After about the 20th time I heard her say, “This is so dangerous.  I can’t believe they are making me go to school in this!” while walking over a patch of slush I finally broke down and yelled, “Come on, you are being ridiculous.  There’s a  little slush on ground, its hardly dangerous, suck it up and stop complaining.”  I felt bad about it after dropping her off and thought about apologizing after work.  As I was working out the phrasing for my apology in my head my feet abandoned me on a small patch of ice and I came crashing down on my back right in front of a bunch of Hasidic school girls.  They giggled a bit, and I think I caught a glance of one of my daughters teachers hovering around the group, although I was too embarrassed to look anyone in the face to find out.  I struggled to pick myself up from the frozen ground now knowing exactly how I would apologize to Casey.  Justice can be a bitch sometimes.

‘Pronounced ee-poks, this band has created a sprawling record from bombastic electronics to seething orchestration to playful rhythms. It never stops in one place long enough to be pigeonholed. It’s this diversity that has allowed them to share the stage with such artists as The Walkmen and Tokyo Police Club to Lady Sovereign and Spank Rock. RIYL: Spank Rock, TV On The Radio, Klaxons, The Avalanches.’  -insound.com. 

These tracks are from their upcoming self-titled debut LP, which drops Feb. 19 via the Rebel Group.  Buy it here.

giving tree

mouths to feed

opposite sides

NY’ers, come out to Trash bar this Tuesday at 8pm to see the triumphant return of Mark Lewis brandishing six-strings and pretending to be a rockstar.  It will be a sight, but if that’s not enough its also an open bar.  Here’s the deets: http://www.bluealbumgroup.com/

-mark

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