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If for no other reason, God created humidity to drive the squeamish out of the South.  The Bible is chalked full of humidity, however rarely mentioned.  That is due to the understanding that surely it is the precursor, if not the active ingredient, for for stories both immaculate and timeless.  Such is the summer of o-ten: muggy as dammit with no chance of reprieve. 

Two months of gigging, a busted van and a smile ten feet wide, this indeed is proving to be a stupifyingly, amazing time for life on an earth so at the cusp of many, many things for the animals therein to behold.  Lastly, an endearing offering of praise to the gents of Megafaun for their unbeleagured approach to all aspects of life and living.  An accurate level of admiration would be most difficult to guage.  Stay tuned and thanks.  Pick-a-thon, ho!

onward,

Sam Quinn

Hello kind friends,

We want to thank all of you who have given your time to attend the shows in Tennessee, North Carolina and Georgia over the last weeks. They have been some of the most fun and energizing shows we've ever played. We're rolling on down the road towards the northeast now and soon will be joining our good friends Megafaun on tour!! 

This week we're in Boston, New York, Easton MD, Sellarsville and Harrisburg....Come see us! You can check out all the new dates and purchase tickets here.

big thanks to Lance Armstrong who tweeted about us - so cool. thanks lance!

couple of cool press things to read as well:

NoDepression.com

MountainX.com

The Daily Times.com

the fake that sunk a thousand ships is available to everyone, everywhere, everyday.

cheers,

Sam Quinn + Japan Ten

the fake that sunk a thousand ships - may 11

poison ivy: nature's faux-hawk?

one living thing needs one particular item, another living thing gives this off as a byproduct that allows living thing one to thrive.  Living thing one's byproduct is the whim of another's fancy, and so on, and so on.  This is how it works out.  Such is the way.  Life is beautiful.  Each year I learn a valuable lesson about how I am still not unallergic to poison ivy. I wonder how old the poison is?  I wonder if it were here when it was just native Americans or if it was one of those last minute creations cranked out to plague the encroaching Europeans and their pipedreamed manifest destiny. maybe it came along even earlier.  Perhaps when Noah and Co. finally landed on the the dry mountains, they were in such a tiff, so fit to be tied, that these plants of pestilence were coined and minted to give suffering and pain to these now earlier pilgrims.  I know that if I couldn't cleanse the earth with floods of marauding waters that poison would be right up there with them, to crush and deflate the spirit of the people.  That reminds me: I have a new record coming out in little under two weeks (dos semanas para todos mis amigos bajo el mano de el Jente) and a series of dates that are as of yet, not unlike a wet mogwai.  It is available for pre-order a mere inches away via a fancy button where intangebility and efficiency meet and say, "how do you do?"  I'm doing pretty good, button.  pretty good.  

d.d.r.