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

Naranjas! Naranjas!

We're playing at the District Lounge in the City of Orange in Orange County.

June 10th
9pm til 12am
Free
223 W. Chapman Ave
Orange, CA


Hey everybody.
Leviathan Cousin agrees that "orange is great!"

A Day at the Races

The Leviathan Brothers are fans of the kingly pursuits. We enjoy a well-mixed drink but oppose inter-league play. We can discuss the significance of Jimmy Blanton's contributions to the role of modern bass but we'd rather watch clips of japanese game shows on the internet. So naturally this afternoon was spent at the track.

Not all of the LBs finances derive from LB related work. Sometimes we must reach beyond playing for drink tickets and a parking spot near the loading entrance in order to buy shelter and pork chops.

It was a beautiful day for the horses. Every half hour grumbling scholars would emerge from the shadows to catch a first-hand glance at another poor financial decision.




Lo and behold the LB contingent finished in the black. Yep that's horse number seven paying for a Pink's hot dog and its carbonated companion. Watch out big spenders!



Thanks for the good time Hollywood Park. See you again in two years?

Romancing the Phone

Hey friends.

Sorry the show didn't work out on Sunday. We'll make it up to you. Promise.

In the meantime, play with this.

Their Eyes Were Watching Dog

Did you think I was lying?

Spring Cleaning

Well, we're getting into the swing of things over here in camp Leviathan. A very important artwork meeting was held at Chips, here in Hawthorne. Things were discussed, gestures were made, sandwiches were consumed.

We've got a couple shows coming too. Check out that doo-hickey on the left. I figured that out a few days ago. Click on those dates. I dare you.

Everyone having a good time? Enjoying the flowers and kittens bestowed upon us by the changing seasons? I hope so.

Next time bring a glove.

-Sean Leviathan

Our Time Under the Microphones

Hey everybody.

We finished mixing our new stuff on Friday at Red Rockets Glare studio in Rancho Park. Very delightful. With the combined minds and facial hair of Raymond Richards, Miles and myself we managed to record a little, adjust volumes and even do a little panning (Someone's already told me it made her eyes "jiggle").

We put a morsel up on our myspace page. It's our little form of protest in response to the unceremonious dropping of Alan Rich from the pages of the LA Weekly. He is essentially the reason for us ever setting foot in Raymond's studio and for that we can't be thankful enough.

Cheers Alan. I hope you enjoy the noise. Now the ocean calls.

-Sean Leviathan