Hello, gang. It’s been awhile since I’ve last written a thing—or, more accurately, completed a thing. There are more unfinished saved drafts from tour than I care to admit. But here’s a peek at what might have been:
“The feeling was familiar, but it’s been a long time since I last felt it. You wake up at 2am on the last night you’ll sleep on your bed, after a week packed with seeing your nearest and dearest. Life’s been stowed away either in your travel bag—now denser than a neutron star—or in boxes. Everything is a last this, a last that. But what really keeps you up is wondering if you packed enough socks for tour. Or who’s going to take out the recycling tonight?”
But you’ve already heard all this, and—much like rehashing Spider-Man’s origin story on film—telling you we moved to California forever is wholly unnecessary.
This heavy-handed pivot to writing about Spider-Man: Homecoming, however, is necessary.
We saw Spider-Man: Homecoming last Thursday. I’ve been waiting for this movie ever since they announced it, but if we’re being honest, I’ve been waiting since I was nine years old. To prep for the experience, I began the process of reading The Amazing Spider-Man series from the beginning. I was able to get through #33 before heading to the ArcLight to watch it—a fortuitous occurrence, considering the film’s homage to that particular issue. I won’t get into the movie much here, because people are babies about spoilers these days, but it’s really, really good. The alterations they made were great, and they fully captured the spirit of what makes the Spider-Man series so special. Zendaya’s character may have been my favorite.
The movie also addressed a few scenarios I used to ponder on as a kid, such as: how would Spidey manage web-swinging in suburban areas? (Poorly.) And would he ever just stick to the roofs of cars on a highway for a prolonged amount of time to get from one place to another? (Yes.)
On the way home from the film, a wave of sadness hit me. My late cousin Max and I were big into Marvel in general and Spider-Man in particular. He passed away in January 2012—a few months before Avengers was released—and he never got to see the Marvel Cinematic Universe in its full bloom. I’m sure he would’ve fucking loved it all, just as I’m sure he would have loved Homecoming. Reading this back, it feels silly to write, but this is as close a thing I’ve got to communion with the dead, so it’ll have to do. I’m gonna be older than he was at the end of the month, so it’s highly likely I’ll end up poring through my modest comic book collection—most of which he gave to me—and giving the aging process a big ol’ fuck-you.
Assuming it arrives from Massachusetts by then.
Oh yes: still no goddamn movers. Perhaps they’ll arrive by the time this gets posted, perhaps not. In case anyone’s wondering, the company is National Moving Group; they farmed the job out to Most Valuable Movers.
Don’t do what Donny Don’t Did; get someone else to do it.
On Saturday, I went all James Comey and jotted down a contemporaneous memo describing my week dealing with these fucking barbarians, sans poetic flourishes.
But enough talkin’ to the dogs; it hasn’t been all stress and empty rooms here. Saturday night we headed to the Troubadour for the King Washington album release show. We were mainly there to catch Wildling, who Lindsey Starr introduced us to a few weeks ago. King Washington was completely new to me, but absolutely worth waiting for. They’re both stellar rock n’ roll bands I highly recommend y’all check out.
When are we going to hear about some new Aloud music, you ask? We did just release a 7-inch single. Please buy a bunch. Gotta pay the bills, duders, because otherwise, it’s back to Massachusetts for me; or—worse—Florida.
But the next album, yes… sometimes patience is the key to victory. (Don’t click on that if you haven’t seen Spider-Man: Homecoming… or just don’t care.)
Things are moving along again with the next record. We’re in the process of getting that bad larry mixed by Guy Massey. (I guess that counts as an announcement, yea?)
While there’s much more I’m not permitted to divulge at this time, here are answers to FAQs about the next Aloud album:
One last thing—I swear to god, this’ll be it for this post, but it’s important: if you’ve been paying even the slightest bit of attention to news, you know Congress is trying to squeeze through an awful healthcare bill. By most accounts, the bill’s on its last legs, but please don’t rest on your laurels. I know it sucks, and there are a lot of threads to keep track of, but them’s the breaks; we fucked up pretty fiercely in November, and now we’ve gotta deal. Keep calling your Senators. Keep showing up. Info on who your Senators are can be found here.
Till next time,