In an effort to take my mind, and yours, off Tuesday’s momentous importance and the incipient nationwide dread tying our collective electoral stomach into knots, I want to share the good news that over the weekend I traveled to Chicago with my new band to play a show there.

I think the statute of limitations on referring to Run At The Dog as “my new band” has almost expired, which is nice. Especially now that we’ve successfully survived a road trip together. Even though I’ve suspected as much for several months, I’m now completely convinced that we are a good fit for each other as musicians and friends. And I think I proved to them that I am the sort of person willing to drop everything and make a 14-hour road trip, spend money on gas, sleep on the floor, etc just to play a rock show in another city. It’s important for them, and me, to know that I am still that kind of person.

The best part of the whole experience, other than the show itself, was singing along with the Scissor Sisters and Tears For Fears in the middle of the night during the return drive. If a single album can give birth to the collective musical consciousness of five people, it would seem that Songs From The Big Chair is the musical father of Run At The Dog, and we are all siblings living under Roland Orzabal’s roof. This is, happily, true of most of the bands I’ve been in.

Finally, here’s a video of our first song on Saturday night. It’s a personal favorite.