Short Stories

Well there it is. After all the anticipation it is finally revealed. The cover of our third EP. All of the artwork front and back for the record was created by South Park animator Ryan Quincy. More on him here:

RQ HQ

Pretty neat, isn't it? Something you can stare at for hours. Thanks Ryan. Can't wait to mass produce them! I think they'll be ready at our record release show at the Jazz Bakery. Mark your calendar - October 7th.

Join us this Friday night in Claremont. From 6 - 9 we're playing for free! After that we can negotiate a price.

Permit me to cut and paste here:

LEVIATHAN BROS. this Friday in Claremont! At The Packing House, 1st St. and Oberlin Avenue, just west of Indian Hill Blvd. 6-9 pm. FREE! Brought to you by Claremont's Friday Nights Live concert series.

Oh yeah. That's it.

Dearthquake

Hundreds of hours of television dedicated to twenty seconds of reality.

My tires wobbled like a mother and then KLOS went quiet, silencing a much-appreciated "Street Fightin' Man". Then I got home. No bricks fell on my head.

I blame this little guy.

Sounds of the Summer

There's a mariachi band playing no more than thirty feet from my front door. They're pretty good. Two trumpets, a violinist, a chorus of shouters, bass and some barking dogs. Every now and then their sound gets swallowed up by the propeller of an overhead police helicopter - more commonly known as a Hawthorne street light. The helicopter has been hovering eerily close but this has not deterred the band. I wonder how that must look to the police up above. I can't see them because of a fence but I hope they are wearing something cool.

It kind of reminds me of this. But the opposite.

Smile Now, Cry Later

We're still here. Just catching up on some breakfast. Rosheila Robles took these pictures. Aren't they nice?

I Pity the Food.

Why is the food in New York so good? Is it all the walking that makes things taste better? Whatever it is, keep it up.

Bummer, man.

Over and out, George Carlin

Summer Sweeping

Vlad Guerrero prepares to slap the shit out of a baseball while 3000 miles away the Lakers lose to the Celtics by 6 touchdowns!



It's getting hot around here. Real hot. The prostitutes in the neighborhood are wearing less with each passing day. By the end of the week I'm sure they'll be naked. But that's good for business. You don't have to rely on your personality so much. Just balance.

But I won't get to see any of that because I'm going to Boston and New York this week where it will be hotter. It'll be nice to walk around a pulsating concrete armpit. I'm going to check out Nik Freitas in Boston and the David Byrne "Musical Building" in Battery Park. We'll see how much patience I have for standing in line to make sounds on the plumbing of a hundred year old building.

If you see me, bring me a dry shirt.

-Sean Leviathan

LBs in Print

Look what's in the OC Weekly this week.



click the image to actually read that little print.

A Man Divided

In the late Spring of 1987 I was five years old. I'd have to wait for the World Series before turning six. My visits to Boston Garden usually featured acrobats and ice capades. The people on the floor were not making millions of dollars throwing things into hoops. They were performing lutzes in over-sized Minnie Mouse costumes or making union scale shoveling elephant shit for two shows a day.

Now 21 years later I am 3000 miles across the tundra. I see the Staples Center and all it's silvery, corporate-sponsored glory every time I go off to make a little money with my own shovel. And the Forum, now paying most of its bills as a church, is within walking distance of my apartment.

So as a man of dual citizenship it is hard to choose a side. In Boston I relished my snow days and changing seasons. But I've lived in California now almost half my life. When I came to California Olajuwon was busy winning jewelry in Houston. Now they've made a statue of him.

But I'm no idiot. I'm endorsing the purple and gold. You think I want to be threatened at my local taqueria for wearing green shoes? Do you think I want to find my car upended and torched? Do you think I want to sleep outside by the hose in case fire erupts? No, no. I'll wait til the Fourth of July.

-Sean Leviathan