Groovin’ on Life

March 30th, 2012

Hello, friends! Rob here.

First things, as always, come first:

And they STILL don't get the name right.

That happened because of you. Yes, you you. The person reading these words right now. There will never be enough colorful ways to tell you how grateful we are for all of your help, and to make matters worse, we already exhausted a lot of the good ones on Facebook last night, so I’m just going to say thank you and let’s finally be done with this infernal thing.

That is, until the weekend of May 18.

Next up: Big ups to our friends in Galactic (not to mention the Soul Rebels and the un-adjective-able Corey Glover) for their absolutely killer performance on “Conan,” and for Ben Ellman’s splendid choice of wardrobe. Check it out:

Good times in California. This has been an unreal couple of weeks. Sorry, I know the blog has been a bit spotty as a result, but hey, busy is good, right? I actually don’t even know how far behind I am. I only sort of wrote about last week’s Pensacolabamageorgia run, and that was mostly to complain about being tired. I never even mentioned how amazing the Georgia theater is, or the wonderful people and spectacular weather at the Druid City Arts Festival, or dazzling guest appearances by Zack’s brother Seth Winters in Athens and Atlanta, or the afterparty in Athens at our dear friend Shannon’s house where we didn’t even bother setting our beers down before climbing onto the trampoline for a good old-fashioned game of “Break the Egg,” which instantaneously reverted all participants to a state of child-like giddiness. I completely glossed over the musical free-for-all that was South By Southwest (the big takeaway from that one is that we are now band-pals with The Scorseses, who are amazing). I don’t even think I threw in a snarky reference to the Mayan Apocalypse that isn’t going to happen in 265 days. I did mention Pensacola a little, but what the heck, I’ll do it again because Pensacola is the best:


Speaking of the best, California is a great place to play shows when you have never been there before (go ahead and take a moment to work out what that sentence means, because I’m still not entirely sure). Two shows in two nights, South and North, and we’ve found the people to be very receptive and welcoming. In Santa Monica we had a great time jamming with my brother Andy, who plays a mean six-string* in a great band in the LA area (LArea?) called Bravo Delta and you should probably learn about them and enjoy all of their fine musical notes by clicking on the link that these words are. Last night’s show here in San Francisco was just plain swell. Between a bit of good news and a surprising crowd, we were all buzzing on that primal sense of fulfillment and joy that makes us love our jobs more than anything else in the world. And then, when we were done, we got to watch a stellar performance by W-Beez, a San Francisco supergroup featuring Will Bernard, Will Blades, B. Etzler and the Jazz Mafia horns, who were so funky that for a moment I thought I had blacked out and woken up at the Maple Leaf on a Monday night.

And now we’ve got a few days off to enjoy the Bay Area. So I’m going to go do that. Bye!

*: Yes, in addition to the dad connection, Zack and I both have older brothers who are virtuoso guitarists.  I’m beginning to think we are the same person.

2:00 PM Yesterday

March 25th, 2012

I feel like an empty tin can. My legs shake. My reflexes don’t happen. We had to leave at 5:30 in the morning on Wednesday to get to Athens in time for the Georgia Theater show, and that pretty much set the pace for this run. For the record, things have actually gone quite well, but there just hasn’t been a whole lot of sleep to go around.

Take last night for instance. We had our Pensacola CD release at Vinyl. Since Pensacola is home 2.0 for the Revivalists, we had to make an event out of it. So after we finished playing a sold-out show (see that? Nobody notices bragging if you just kind of slip it into the middle of a sentence), we spent half an hour signing CDs, shirts, the inside of a trombone case, and, as a joke, the torso of Timberhawk’s keyboardist (who, incidentally, has a glorious eagle tattoo on his chest) before load out. And then after all that hoopla, we had an extra-special meet & greet afterparty…

On a rented party bus. Holy poopcakes.

I have an acute and profound understanding of fatigue. I am beyond the point of merely being sluggish and moody. Mine is currently a world of unexpected muscle soreness, of phantom hunger pangs that kick in even while eating, of sinus congestion that comes and goes at its own pleasure. Of a distorted, telescopic perception of both time and what passes for decent writing.

So it’s 2:00 PM yesterday, and here  I am, this empty tin can sort of metaphor thing. No brains, senses or appendages worth mentioning. No insides. Tap your fingernail against me and you’ll hear a little tink. Tink. Tink. Lean a little weight on the foot you’ve got resting on my head and I’ll collapse just like that. Please recycle me.

It’s 2:00 PM yesterday, and I’m driving. It’s my turn to drive, and fair is fair, and nobody else is really any better for the wear anyway, so it falls to an empty tin can to get us to our fourth and final show in a grueling ninety-four hours. Someone else will drive us home. At the moment, with one more show to go, I am already counting myself as utterly defeated.

And I still have the best job in the entire world:

Don’t ever let me forget.

Vote for us to be on Hangout Fest!

March 23rd, 2012

We’re one of ten finalists to play Hangout Fest!  Go to this link to Vote


SXSW Showcases

March 15th, 2012

Catch us this weekend at SXSW:

Friday, March 16 2012 04:15 PM – “Carnival on Congress” at the Continental Club on 1315 S. Congress

11:00 PM- Live at Weirdo’s – 12408 N Mopac Expy, Austin, TX., 11PM slot

Saturday, March 17 2012 11:59 AM – Lucy’s- 506 West Ave (between 5th and 6th St.). – Howlin’ Wolf / FunkyBatz Showcase


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Honorable Mentions

March 14th, 2012

It’s been two long weeks, but we’re finally home. After some of the most grueling drives in band history, including multiple tornado scares, one 7:00 AM bus (okay, van) call, and, most recently, a twelve-hour overnighter from Fayetteville, The Revivalists are home. We park on the same block as always, just around the corner from Dave’s house. Soon we’ll be piling into our separate cars and driving to our separate homes so we can rest up for the big CD release tonight…

That was the dream I dreamt last Friday morning in Shreveport, between 11:00 and 11:10 AM, when I hit the snooze button in vain hope that five hours and ten minutes’ worth of sleep would be substantially better than five hours flat. This was before the twelve-hour overnighter from Fayetteville. And the seven-hour trip to Fayetteville, made with just enough urgency that we were able to keep our 6:00 PM radio slot to promote our 12:30 AM show on a local radio station (thanks Dave Jackson and all the good folks at 104.9 the X!). And when we finally did get back to New Orleans, we had to drive straight to Blue Nile and spend another three or four hours setting up for the CD release.

What I’m getting at is that if I’ve missed a call from you in the last few days, it’s probably because I was asleep.

But hello, friends! Rob here.

Other than the sheer insanity that was the home stretch of this tour (and subsequent amazingly fun CD Release Party, thank you), there is little fresh news to report.  We’ve just been catching up on real life stuff and gearing up for South By Southwest. Because thorough is awesome, I’m going to take this as an opportunity to go back and touch upon some minor plot points that slipped through the cracks, got lost in the shuffle, or have otherwise verbed preposition the metaphor over the last few months:

Blowfly – In my haste to discuss the great time we had watching Quintron & Miss Pussycat at The Stage in Miami, I forgot to mention that there was another act that came on after them. The group was a funk act fronted by a man who came out wearing a sequined cape and a luchador mask which, when removed, revealed him to be about seventy years old. The man, and the group, were both called Blowfly. The man himself is, during the daytime hours, a songwriter named Clarence Reid who penned songs for many prominent soul acts in the ‘60s and ‘70s, including Sam & Dave and KC & the Sunshine Band. However, by night, he adopts the persona of a filthy, filthy, filthy funk frontman. As I write this, I am torn between my obligation as Band Historian to leave a sufficient impression as to just how profane this live performance was and my desire to keep the blog relatively family-friendly. I’ll try for a compromise: Much of Blowfly’s act involved pointing out women in the audience and humorously suggesting that they assist him in addressing the needs of certain anatomical features of his, the dimensions of which were subjected to hyperbole for further comedic effect. Also there is a band playing funk grooves.

This Whole Taco Bell/Doritos Thing – Is going to be one of those things that we all look back on during the collapse of American society and say, “yeah, that probably didn’t help.”

The Burning River Ramblers – Are a cool band based in Athens, Ohio. Over the last couple of years, we’ve done two or three shows with them in Athens and Cleveland, and what’s been really cool about it is that, because our encounters have been so spaced out, we get to see these huge, discrete leaps forward in terms of how awesome they are as a band. In actuality, growth is a gradual process, but it’s really cool to get to see a band we know, then see them eight months later and get blown away all over again. I’m already looking forward to next time. In conclusion, check ‘em out! Their notes are good.

The End of the World – Is now only 281 days away, so go ahead and order dessert.

Josh & Mike & Josh’s Award – Our friends Mike and Josh are pretty cool dudes. They live in Cleveland, they sometimes travel to Key West, and they even know some of our friends in Lafayette. A few weeks ago, in Hamilton, Ohio, Josh posited that he has likely seen us play in more cities than anybody else, and may therefore be entitled to some kind of major award. But not so fast, Josh! I’m not just going to hand the “Seeing the Revivalists in Lots of Different Cities and Then Talking to Me About It” award over to the first guy who sees us in lots of different cities and then talks to me about it! We live in a democracy (okay, republic), and nobody runs unopposed. Fortunately, the opposition came all the way from New York to surprise us that very night in the form of Zack’s father, the irrepressible Glen Feinberg. By my count, Glen and Josh have both seen us in New Orleans, Hamilton, Pensacola and Key West, while G-Fein’s holdings in New York (city and state) cancel out Josh’s Cincinnati and Lafayette. Which means they’re neck and neck!  The race is on, gents!  Who’s gonna take home the prize*?

And Speaking of Glen Feinberg – I found out a while ago that he used to be an assistant district attorney in Manhattan. Knowing that my dad was an A.D.A. in Manhattan in the late ‘70s-early ‘80s, I asked Glen when he worked there. It turns out (caps lock, because get this: ) ZACK’S DAD AND MY DAD WORKED IN THE SAME OFFICE TOGETHER FOR TWO YEARS. It was a huge operation, so they never met each other, but they remember some of the same people. Isn’t that weird? They worked in the same office, they never once crossed paths, and now, thirty years later, their kids work in the same office (okay, van).

Our Trailer – Suuuuuuuuuuuuuucks.

*:  There is no actual prize.

City of Sound Now Available!

March 12th, 2012

Physical copies are now shipping, MP3′s are now digitally flying into yo face! For the first few months of glorious Spring the only place you can get it is right here at store Boom baby! Enjoy :)

Signed, Sealed, Delivered

March 7th, 2012

Hello, friends! Rob here.

We’re somewhere in southern Illinois, halfway to tomorrow’s show, just bedding down in a Motel 6. We decided to spend the last few nights in Chicago with our good friend Chris Rogers, his lovely wife Jill, and their two adorable children. I can’t remember how much I’ve written about Chris in the past, so I’ll give you the short version, which is that he lives in suburban Chicago but he remains true in his heart to his hometown of New Orleans. When it comes to New Orleans music, he is a human encyclopedia (and probably rolodex as well). We met him in Chicago a little while back when we opened up for Rebirth, and he invited us to play at the crawfish boil he hosts annually in New Orleans during Jazz Fest. We’ll be returning this April, and, considering the other musical acts he’ll be hosting, it’s likely to be the social event of the year. We had a few nice relaxing evenings in Chris’ impressive basement “man-cave,” watching movies and concert videos, playing poker, and even sneaking in a quiet little midnight jam session. This, of course, came on the heels of a wild show in Oxford to cap off our Ohio excursion, so we were all grateful for a bit of downtime. However, we did run one quick errand today.

While we were in town, the band received an order for a t-shirt. Normally, we manage our merchandise orders ourselves when we’re in town, and we delegate to Stu if we’re on the road and we’re too busy to ship something in a timely fashion. However, the address for this order was in Chicago, about five minutes’ drive from where we had to go to pick up Andrew (he stayed in the city with a friend of his). So we decided that a fun thing to do would be to drive to this guy’s house and hand-deliver his shirt. We GPS’ed the address, put his shirt on a ventriloquist dummy, and rang the doorbell. Wes, the good-natured fellow who ordered the shirt, graciously consented to let me post the email he sent us later this evening, which I think pretty much saves me the trouble of having to write the rest of what happened:

——Original Message——
Subject: Did I miss you at my house in Chicago today…? WTF!?!?!
Sent: Mar 6, 2012 7:51 PM

Can’t believe we missed the personal delivery…. Nice Touch!!

My wife and I saw you guys open for Rebirth at Martyr’s in Chicago last year, been diggin your stuff ever since. You guys passing through or playing in chi town tonight? Pissed we missed you. I lived in New Orleans for a few years, heading back for Jazz fest 2nd week this year, hoping to catch you guys there. Just saw Soul Rebels here on Fri – glad to see all the nola music spreading up here.

P.S. if personal delivery is standard, my babe just placed ten more orders… By the way, you really freaked out our cleaning lady…!

Wes & Laura

And here’s a photo of us delivering the goods, taken by Wes’ freaked-out cleaning lady:

Not sure why we brought Charlie along...

That’s all for today! But worry not, for I’m sure there’ll be plenty to discuss next Wednesday. It was fortunate that we were able to rest some, because the next few days are going to be absolutely hectic. We’re playing Oxford, MS tomorrow with legendary percussionist Mike Dillon, then Shreveport on Thursday, where things are sure to get out of hand, then we’ll be returning to Fayetteville, AR on Friday, which is awesome, because it’s totally not like 13 hours away from New Orleans, and we totally don’t have any supremely important reason to be in New Orleans at a reasonable time on Saturday awesome, because Fayetteville is awesome, even though we’re going to have to totally beast it overnight to get back to New Orleans in time for the.. The what? The city of something party something something…? Oh yeah:


With the end of the world a scant 288 days away, you’ll want to pick up a copy as soon as possible so you can listen to it lots of times before John Cusack reunites his family by flying an airplane under a building that lands on you (haven’t actually seen “2012”). So I’m sure I’ll see you there.


Alternate Title

March 3rd, 2012

Hello, friends! Rob here.

I had so many ideas for the title of today’s edition of Random Day Tour Blog.  I mulled over several titles for several hours before I realized that these titles aren’t just words about the story, they are the story, and that hopefully, by listing them, I can give you an idea of what the last few days have been like.  So here, in sort-of chronological order, is every title I considered using for this week’s entry:

-After Hours at a Bowling Alley Is Way Better Than After Hours at a Bar
-This Dog Doesn’t Seem to Like Ed Very Much
-Lasertag!  OR: We All Celebrate Our Fourteenth Birthdays Together
-Time Off Is Time Well-Spent
-Drew LaPlante: The Pine-Fresh Hippie
-Fuck You if This Moment Is Not in the Next Blog*
-Athens, Ohio:  Man, I Miss College
-Can You Hear Me, Gentilly?
-Cleveland “Deserves a Shout-Out,” Says Guy in Athens
-Good Times at the Combination U-Haul Rental and Drive-Thru Smoke Shop, OR: Why Does Our Trailer Shit Keep Breaking?
-How to Successfully Wait Out a Tornado Warning in the Lobby of a Rest Stop, OR: When the High School Basketball Team Leaves, We Leave
-Hamilton, OH: Always a Party

So there you have it!  This was a bit of an experiment, but hopefully you’ve got a vague idea of how this week has been for us.  If not, don’t fret, all you missed was a bunch of “blee bloo blah band guy stuff words words we played a show and then drove somewhere.”  Speaking of driving and playing somewhere, we’ll be driving to Oxford tonight for the last show of our Ohio stompdown.  We’re probably going to take a few days off somewhere and record a few demos or something, and then next week we work out way back home for the City of Sound Release.  Only one week to go!  And only 292 days until the Mayan Calendar awakens from its 5125-year-long slumber and kills everyone because it is mad that the 13th b’ak’tun is over (I assume that’s what’s supposed to happen, but I admit I’m no expert when it comes to calendar-driven catastrophes), so plan accordingly.  Hopefully we’ll see you before then.

*: Words spoken to me by Andrew Campanelli while watching Fox N Hounds perform a bluegrass rendition of Queen’s “I Want To Break Free”