When we packed the van to make our late February drive up to Oak Mountain for Play Too Much’s Field Trip 3, we synchronized our bat-watches and realized it had been exactly 6 months since our last show. Last summer we agreed to temporarily sign off so Mel and Bergs could make Agnes, the youngest Teen Girl, so we’d only been back at it again for a few weeks. Turning the keys of the van and slipping on to the highway was a recommitment to our friendship and our music. It was rad and, despite the mid-February temps, it felt like summer vacation.
Honorary band member Claire McGinley of band-favorite-band Geena Davis joined us on the road to tend to the whims of honorary band member Agnes*, who is a tiny diva. It was our first gig with Agnes calling the shots, but she is a gentle and friendly boss lady, and Claire is a good-times-bringer for Teen Girls great and small. Best buds in company, we forged North. Sun setting o’er the rural upstate, we were the first to arrive at The Henrietta House – the large, mysteriously-titled rental that everyone was gonna bunk at for the weekend. The front door was unlocked. Being smart city kids raised on Scooby Doo and Nancy Drew, we knew this obviously meant there was a killer in the house. Morgan quickly/smartly dubbed our home away from home “Murder House.”
Murder House is quaint, and vast, and available for large parties on weekend retreats. We spent the first hours there searching for the hidden door into the space between the walls where the serial killer lives. We also spent the first hours there drinking whiskey from the bottle. One may have informed the other.
When the PTM crew arrived, we made fast friends and blood pacts and caroused until wee hours came slinking in, throwing darts and raising three dollar beers in salute of our new favorite bar in the Adirondacks. Logan’s is the only place open past 10pm there, and it’s the perfect place to make new friends and forget that you need to be up early to play loud music the next morning.
Early next morning at Murder House we cleared the living room for amps and cleared our heads of throbs to tune up “Lions”, our little neon friend off our latest record, HYPER TROPHY. (Yeah – all caps. It’s a title you’re meant to yell.) We were all hung over. Really hung over.
Except Dan and Agnes, who are responsible adults. Hopefully you can’t tell in the video, but if you can, 100 points in your point pouch!
“Lions” is a call to play. Because maybe you hear it too – when your contemporaries look back at their youth and say, ‘man, we’re getting old’ like a boxer, finished, resigned to defeat. STOP IT. “Lions” is about this: all engines eventually grind to a stop, but engines are not made for remembering. Engines are made to GO! “Lions” is about seeing the end and knowing the limits so as to more recklessly, ferociously and completely upend yourself into living. It’s a song about us, looking back at us, now, banging shit together and breathing deeply the open free air of living.
We had a blast at FT3 – meeting rad bands, making friends with the supremely cool PTM crew, and plugging back into playing with each other again. Scenic Speculator, NY was our first stop back on the road we
six eight Teen Girls got on years ago, and the first stop for lil baby Agnes to scream and jump and play with her buddies for life.
(Oh – and we didn’t get murdered.)