Sunrise, Sunset, little children, where do they go?

That title comes from an inside joke in my high school drama department, which is probably why it sucks.  Heh.

But what *I* mean by it is… we’ve changed our lineup again!

I built the newest incarnation of this band to be a self-contained thing I could, by my lonesome, take anywhere in the world.  The Dirty Curls songs work without a band, but dammit, the band sounds so goddamn good.  Which is why it’s never easy to lose a member.  From the band, not life.  Though that would feel way worse!!  I’m confusing you!  Let me continue.

Within the last few months, Ray Ray and Cherry Mae have both stepped away from the band to pursue opera and raise a baby, respectively.  I will miss them both like crazy, but I don’t really have to because they’re my friends. And I’m over-the-moon happy for them both; starting a family and knowing that you need to devote more time to the art that feeds your soul are the best reasons for a life change. But I will miss them in the band very much.

That’s not to say that they won’t *ever* play with us again!  We’ll definitely let you know  here if we have a reunion show. (Cherry Mae just did our January 12 gig with Fearless Comedy and might be doing our Jan. 30 at Amsterdam)!

BUT that means we got a couple of new people (who have already been playing with us for the past month!) and I’m so thrilled for you to get to know Lacey and Kevin.

Lacey is a buddy of mine and Anna’s from the theater scene who I had no idea was a drummer!  When I discovered she always wanted to be a Curl, but was too shy to ask, I immediately contacted her.  And now she shakes shakers and tambourines and plays a wicked triangle at the perfect moment.

Kevin and I hosted a trivia show together in 2011 and we just grew to be friends!  He’s a fantastic bassist and I’m really happy to have him on board.  He’s our Dude Pube!

So that’s the update on the Curls lineup, Curlfriends!  Change is good.  Every one of our Curls has given their piece to this project and it wouldn’t be what it is without any one of them.


Raging Heart Boners: TOUR! Part 1!

Raging Heart Boners: that is the best way we have found to describe what Weggs, Veldie, Zach, Chris, Cahak, and I felt for each other by New Year’s Eve.  We had just spent the past 5 days together in a big-ass cargo van traveling to just as many cities in the Upper Midwest on our lil’ comedy tour.

We have always considered Valley Meadows (comics Zach Coulter and Chris Knutson as MC Tom Johnson and Gary Schinscynshozzlkdaoindga;ldkdinagldskj, Mr. S, respectively) our brother band.  So when they asked us to join them on this tour, of course we were like, “You guys payin’?”  Jk.  We were all, “OMG YES YES YES A HUNDRED ZILLION TIMES YES!!”

So we did it. From Thursday, Dec. 27 till Dec. 31, we shuttled ourselves across a lil’ part of this magnificent tundra, sharing our gospel of “groove and guffaw” (I just made that up; we would never agree on something so awful).  And it was… amazing.  Fucking fun as unicorn poop cookies.  Hence, there will more tours.  I promise to let you know AHEAD of time about them.

By the by, this post has a LOT of pictures (yay!), but you can see the bulk of everyone’s pics on Instagram HERE!

Thursday afternoon I met Weggs, Cahak and Chris at a gas station, loaded into the van and we were on our way to meet Veldie and Zach, who were already in Fargo for family Christmastime.

K-Nuts' dreamy eyes in the rearview.

K-Nuts’ dreamy eyes in the rearview.

It's really cold outside which is why Weggs looks so chill.  WAH WAH

It’s really cold outside which is why Weggs looks so chill. WAH WAH


Cahak texts… or Instagrams… or Facebooks… or writes a joke…

We pulled up to Big D’s in Fargo (their phone number is 241-4FUN, btw… it’s no lie) to their huge flashing marquee  which said this:

photo by Cahak on Instagram.  @andrewcahak, yo.

photo by Cahak on Instagram. @andrewcahak, yo.

BOO YAH!  We are so big time.  At least, Valley Meadows is.  Our name wasn’t on the marquee, but we didn’t care!  Same show!  So fucking awesome!!

After meeting Veldie (and her adorable mom) and Zach (with his lady, the incredible Amber Preston, in tow), The Curls donned their matching sequin dresses and we set up our merch tables.  The club tables were filling up… we were about to have our first show on tour and it was already getting hot inside from all the sexy North Dakotan bodies ready for some comedy music!

Valley Meadows at their merch.

Valley Meadows at their merch.

Andrew hosted the show and got the nice, big crowd riled up for the first act: our new best comedy music buddies, The Kamikaze Snowmen.

The Kamikaze Snowmen!!

The Kamikaze Snowmen!!

What a treat these guys are!  They’re hilarious and musically talented.  Please do check them out (and come see them when they play The Sauce Comedy Show in Minneapolis on February 3!) and subscribe to their podcast!  You shall be thoroughly entertained.  Like you may be with this TOTALLY IMPROVISED song about Back To The Future we played with them.

RIGHT?  McClean used to be a HUGE Michael J. Fox fan when she was a wee lass, so, yeah, she knows a lot about the movie.  Thankfully this was just about the first movie as she’s only seen the second one once and never seen #3.  I know, sacrelige.  Sacreligue?  Sacre bleu.  Anyway, this jam was tons of fun as you can see.

Then we Curls took the stage and charmed the pants off the Great White North with our usual fare…

Photo by @andrewcahak.  Curls at Big D's!

Photo by @andrewcahak. Curls at Big D’s!

Then, the moment everyone was waiting for (thanks to the big ass marquee)… Valley Meadows!  And of course they rocked our faces.

MC Tom is so chill when setting up the Auto Tune.

MC Tom is so chill when setting up the Auto Tune.

Valley Meadows can do no wrong.

Valley Meadows can do no wrong.

The show was an absolute BLAST and totally set the bar WAY high for tour, which was only met afterwards by the aforementioned raging heart boners that grew for one another.  Not that the other shows sucked – far from it – but Big D’s definitely was the best show of the tour, IMHO.

Afterwards, we hung out in the bar and recorded a podcast episode with The Snowmen.  But before recording (in which Weggs states “I have my coat on!” which means she was ready to GO), we got some drinkies and met the locals.  One of which was Amber Preston’s little sister Hilary and her boyfriend, Josh, who played for the New Orleans’ Saints before he was injured.  He was a super sweet dude… and mighty handsome too.  Meow, football players!


Josh Gatlin of the NO Saints!! WHO DAT???

McClean also got to meet Tarynn_Christine, who has over 10,000 followers on Instagram!  What the what?  Go check out her photos though; they’re all pretty beautiful.  As was she!  And she bought Court, like, three drinks, so McClean was well on her way to slosh-ville.  Thank goodness K-Nuts was driving!

We arrived at our classy Super 8 motel room (or was it Motel 6? who knows.  At any rate, there was NO INDOOR POOL.  boo!) and everyone but Zach crashed (he stayed with Amber for one more night at the Preston homestead).  All the while, we heard people coming and going through the unlocked side door of the hotel ALL NIGHT!  Hookers, anyone?  I can’t blame them; it’s the tundra.  Sometimes you need a loose pussy to keep you warm.  Speaking of loose pussies, Veldie and I shared a bed and Cahak and K-Nuts shared the other one.  Weggs was well-prepared with her camping gear and dozed off on a mat and sleeping bag on the floor.  What a trooper!

The next day, we got up bright and early to make what would be our longest trek of the tour: Fargo to Cedar Rapids, Iowa!  Of course, what was meant to be a 7-hour trip turned into 10 hours with pit-stops n stuff.  We drove through Minneapolis too, which felt weird because we were on TOUR!


Hola, Minneapolis!

To Cedar Rapids!  With Love!

To Cedar Rapids! With Love!

Icy north Minnesota roads!

Icy north Minnesota roads!

And it was on this second day of tour that a dangerous trend took place… taking pictures of ourselves while making boom boom!  I.E., taking a poo.  And then texting them to each other.

McClean, on the toilet in a Flying J or something.

McClean, on the toilet in a Flying J or something.

We also nicknamed Chris Knutson “Dad.”

Cedar Rapids leg coming up next!!