Sunday, July 31, 2005
Knights of the New Crusade
My cohort Steve is radiating the scent of fear, fear of mishaps on the part of the Mets' front office, and understandly so given last summer's panic-induced trades. You know things aren't going well in Mets-burg when Steve, the level-headed one here at Zisk, is hoping that the Mets get swept in order to prevent management from thinking the team is in playoffcontention. Yesterday, driving up to Binghamton to play a show (my first gig with the Lost Locker Combo after a year and a half of rehearsals), the Manny trade was the talk of the airwaves. Picturing Manny in the line up ([In "Homer" voice] "Mmm, Manny...") had me daydreaming about the post-season. It wasn't until about 3:00 AM, on the return trip home (yes indeed, up and back in the same night; good times) that I caught yesterday's disappointing score. Three in a row to the Astros. (At best that makes for a 2-5 roadtrip.) The evening was fun, though, highlighted by an appearance by a curious Christian garage rock band from San Francisco called The Knights of the New Crusade. They've got great songs, they dress as knights, and their lead singer brandishes a sword. I haven't quite figured them out, but recommend you see for yourself.