Plague The Inventor's Blog
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Goodbye from Plague the Inventor
To anyone who actually followed Plague the Inventor, listened to our music, or even heard us once at a show and kinda thought we were OK:
This June we will be losing two members, Eric and Ian, to school. Rather than continue on without some of our best friends who have contributed so much to everything we've created, we've decided to formally part.
We will continue playing local shows until June, and we will be practicing and doing promo, so you won't hear the end of us immediately.
Talk of recording a last record is being thrown around.
A discography release is very probably in the next month.
We have a giant heap of shirts and stuff to get rid of that we'll be selling at a discounted price.
Come to all our shows before we stop. Do it.
-Chris the Inventor -
CD Release Show at Crannell!
This Friday, the 3rd is our big CD release show at Club Crannell. We're playing with our friends The Locomotive Espada as well as a bunch of other great bands. We'll be selling our CD "Catching Waves and Not Returning Them" for the first time, and it's loaded with new and exciting fun. Everyone be there or be stupid. -
Update on ourselves
This week I had about six people ask me if we had broken up. I don't know if it was because we haven't done anything in the past couple of weeks, or because of that dirty stunt that was done to our myspace... but anyway, we're still around and in good health.
At the moment, we're working on our first album with our friend Kyle who worked on the Rob Thomas record. It's coming out great and we're really excited.
We finished drums and one guitar, we should be done by next week I hope.
-Christopher
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living in the 1400's would suck...no rollercosters
we ran into the sun didnt we
sauntering the streets make us forget
drifting on skyscrapers
the moments pass with a fatigued gaze at time
breath in the residue of a hiemel ocean
biting at our feet, these waves of sleet
memento mori buried by spring lake
an amaranthine horizon shakes
every faint breeze i wish to remake
pour the comfort from the south
we saw a trilogy of bleek visages bleeding into the sea
the corroded days were left with the debris
we watched the lifeless bouyancy
the jump from the loft
a thigh high brick to make the landing soft