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  Newsletter No 9: BY DAWN WE WILL BE DEAD MEN

The mood is irresolute. The emotional difficulties, insoluble. The wine tastes like the piss of a Greek used car salesman and we've got murder on the mind.

The occasion?

Well we just finished An Evil Heat (it'll be out in February 2002). Thousands of hours, track sheets that look like a Thomas guide, pharmaceuticals, pharmaceuticals, pharmaceuticals and then it's over.

Call it post-prandial distress. We won't.

We'll call it gut hungry disgust and desire for more, bigger, faster and something else, somewhere else, and we'll fuck until we can't fuck anymore and fuck until we can't fuck anymore and mark our skin with the sluicemarks of sorrow.

Jesus. We need some sleep.

But we medicate to sleep because without the medication we can't sleep but we can't stay awake either and so it skip traces all along the way.

Stay with us hereS.there IS actually some news in this Newsletter.

Special Note For Those Who Have Never Seen OXBOW Before

Eugene will fight anyone.



  AND HEAR THE LAMENTATION OF THEIR WOMEN


  We played at The Stork Club in Oakland. Here's a show breakdown:

1) A guy named Conan from a band called Replicator asked us to play.
2) We said yes.
3) A family ran the club. Not the Cleavers. Not the Cunninghams. Not the Manson. More like Erasherhead. "You WILL go to hell if you lie." That's what the daughter said to me as she played solitaire and maneuvered her crooked limbs over the table in spasmodic, jerking motions.
4) The sound woman was a vampire. Not in the figurative sense. In the sense of giving your dentist $2000 to get him to put vampire teeth caps on your grill. She subsequently spent the evening telling us she was a vampire. We figured that if she had been alive for 2000 years she might have worked out a cleverer way of making scratch then doing sound for the 20 people who showed up to see Oxbow. BUT despite all of this we liked her quite a bit. Roll with your obsession, baby.

5) The show was a good warm up for our upcoming shows across America: poorly attended, woefully underfinanced and suicide inducing.



  GUESS WHO'S COMING TO DINNER? THAT'S RIGHT: MEN WITH ERECTIONS

Fuck you. We're coming. Nick Blakey's band The Takers is opening for us. In fact it was Nick's tireless championing of the idea that Oxbow needed to crusade across the country that got us here. And for this he must be praised as a god among men. Of course I need to say that now as by mini-tour end he will have developed a loathing for us he hadn't even previously guessed possible and will include possible legal actions against Eugene for a variety of charges that all seem to end in "-omy" but now, while everything is flowery we sing their praises.

OXBOW

11/6/2001 Fireside Bowl Chicago, il
11/7/2001 Mac's Lansing, mi
11/8/2001 Nyabinghi Youngstown, oh
11/9/2001 Brownie's New York, ny
11/10/2001 Brooklyn TBA
11/11/2001 Middle East Cambridge, ma

Special Note For Those Who Have Never Seen OXBOW Before

Someone might get hurt. And we're not talking about "feelings."



  HOT MAN TO MAN ACTION

If you live in San Francisco and will be living in San Francisco on December 6th, please feel constrained to go see OXBOW play at The Eagle. Please also feel free to call them to make sure we're playing and haven't died trying to bring nightmare music to America. And Yeah, we know it's a leather boy, bar, but the heterosexuals in OXBOWSI mean the few that there areSfeel secure enough in their masculinity that they have no problem at all playing music for an audience of unrepentant sodomites! We feel secure enough that we will even engage aforementioned sodomites in casual conversations followed by the traditional exchange of phone numbers and a steady dating relationship with leatherclad chaps in chaps named Rod. THAT'S how secure we are in our heterosexuality.

Note to our wives/girlfriends: We're joking. We're NOT really gay.
Even if Eugene has expressed an interest in Barbra Streisand's music.



  SORROW NEVER ENDING

Damn. We just found out something interesting. Something that we hadn't known. We're willing to hear that we're wrong as well but it seems that many bands on tour play the same set every night?!?!? I guess it makes sense.

We don't. The sets reflect our mood which is in equal parts determined by prevailing madness, loneliness, fuck hunger and those ever present insoluble emotional difficulties we spoke of earlier. This is a bad strategy as it means we might suck one night. Or we might suck every night. This also means when we hit, we HIT it.

Keeping our percentages high would make sense if we had a plan. But we don't. We just, we justSin our small little way, want to come to your town, play a little music, fuck what you love the most, and leave.

That's all.

Special Note For Those Who Have Never Seen OXBOW Before

Conversations with individual band members will last a lot longer if you are not a dumbass.


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