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JOWLS @ Clash of the Titans VI Finals

Somehow, we moved on to the Eastside Tavern Clash of the Titans VI battle of the bands finals after our unexpected win last Saturday, so we’ve got a shot at the $1,000 grand prize. Either way, we’re happy people enjoyed our first show enough to move us on, and we’d be honored if you could come out and support us again.

The address:
Eastside Tavern
1016 East Broadway
Columbia, MO

Jowlz is:
Billy Haring
Josh Cochran (Flight, the Pale Family, the Makeouts, Capt. Captain)
Ryan Murphy (Flight, the Pale Family, the Makeouts)
Ted Sharp (Flight, the Pale Family, the Makeouts, Capt. Captain)
Zach Biri (Nonreturner, Prize Wolf, Black Fax)

Winning would mean we wouldn’t have to bankroll recording our first album/EP, or do it all on our own, so for those of you who asked where you could hear more, or hear recordings, this is your chance to help make those happen.

Thanks for your support!

hurt a lot

The move went well enough, although the first week was a test of my will to even want to survive. Couching for a couple of days wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was having my shit arrive an hour after I had to be at work, even though I told my mom to turn around and just bring it another day. The bad part was coming home from a long closing shift to a room so crowded with unpacked stuff that it took me almost three hours to get my bed set up so I could go to sleep. The awful part was coming back to Columbia and realizing that most of my friends moved away while I was gone, and I hardly recognize this place anymore. I’ve said before that I’m sure that there’s nowhere I want to be, and that my choice of residence is based entirely on proximity to people and projects. That’s been completely re-enforced. Some friends have places they love and feel tied to. I wish that was the case for me.

But things are looking up. My room mates are wonderful. The Nonreturner mechanations are starting to whir back to life with micro-practices while we wait for Logan to come back to us. If all goes according to plan, we will be releasing a second album this winter, and maybe this time it won’t inspire a collective “sigh whatever” from the fickle, disinterested locals. At least some people in Berlin like us, I guess. Maybe I’ll move there someday. I always did talk about wanting to study in das Vaterland.

I wish that I had a camera so that I could have taken before/after pictures from my total Martha Stewart style home makeover. It’s a topic often brought up by people who haven’t seen the place since I moved in, and I’m really proud of myself. I’m nothing if not anal retentive and overly sensitive to clutter/disorganization/displeasing room aesthetics, and after all of that, this house feels like a home to me at least for a little while.

May is the most insane month at my job, from what I hear, and then things slow down quite a bit until the fall. I hope all of this is true and that after Memorial Day I don’t feel like I’ve had the life force siphoned out of me. Then maybe I’ll get some songwriting done, and finish those other albums, and finish the books I’m 3/4ths of the way through and stalling on, and and and… yeah um right whatever.

Please Don’t Kill Me,
-Zach

So be on the lookout in the next month or so for a four to five track EP from Conceal and Carry entitled Better Science.  I’m sure some pictures are going to end up here or there.  After this is over, she’ll finally know the horrors of Farmington, MO, and potentially have a little bit of insight into how and why all of us from this town ended up so weird (and alcoholic).

In other news, I am (hopefully) moving out of this penal colony really soon, and in with some real cool dudes.  Spring has sprung!

That’s my back yard, and where that sandbox was is now a back porch.  Those are little plastic dinosaurs in the sand, and I remember usually when we had the skeleton dinosaurs in the pits we’d get some water and fill the pits in.

Pretty sure there were cat turds in that sandbox.