Things are extremely hectic here with all of the new records getting ready to go out to stores. Unwed Sailor’s The Faithful Anchor will be distributed by Redeye through btv on 27 August. Circle of Birds cdep and Denison Witmer : River Bends cdep will both go to stores on 10 September. Final packaging designs for Denison’s Philadelphia Songs continue. All American Radio’s artwork is nearly complete. Lots of touring this fall from Denison, The Trouble with Sweeney, Ester Drang, and All American Radio.
Tonight, I’ll be at the Khyber to see AM/FM and the Radar Brothers. Progress is being made by AM/FM and Aspera on one-sided LPs. I’ve heard from both this week, so I’m still excited for early autumn releases for these.

It’s been quite a while since the last update to the site. Things have been quite busy and exciting. I was in Puerto Rico for four days for work, working long hours to finish everything before getting to take some vacation. When I returned from Puerto Rico, Reels of White Softly Flow played at the Fire. My parents were in town for my friend Nathan’s wedding. I was the best man, so there was a lot to do, tuxedo fittings, rehearsals, barbeques. And, in the meantime, I was orchestrating the arrival of several new btv releases. Thanks to both Willis and Jamie, a new batch of btv releases have safely arrived, including Denison Witmer : Philadelphia Songs LP (white vinyl, gatefold jackets), Circle of Birds : s/t cdep and 10″, Denison Witmer : River Bends cdep (new digipak version), Reels’ Live LP (no cds, sorry), and the second repress of the Damien Jurado : Four Songs one-sided LP.
Nathan’s wedding was very exciting as he and Norma were arried on Saturday, 29 June. Immediately the next morning, Reels of White Softly Flow left for some midwest shows. We stopped in Indiana to stay at my parents’ house and then went to Chicago where we played an impromptu show with our drummer, Emil, from Norway. Later that night, we played in Rockford, IL with our friends Mercury Radio Theater and Fine China. On Thursday, we played in Illinois with our friends Unwed Sailor, Danielsonship, and the Colemans. Thanks to everyone who came to the show. During the course of the week, I got to meet with Ester Drang, Denison, Unwed Sailor, and a whole bunch of other people.
In any case, btv is now back to normal after a bit of a hiatus. On-line orders will be filled today and tomorrow. All new releases will be shipping quickly, so don’t hesitate in purchasing the new releases.

Tonight, I’ll be seeing The Gloria Record play at the Unitarian Church in Philadelphia with some hardcore bands. I spent last night picking out films to use for the upcoming Reels of White Softly Flow shows. Today is the final day in TNI Books’ Little Engines tour…enjoy.

Welcome to the LITTLE ENGINES Issue Three Electronic Reading Tour!

an excerpt from Jesus Christ Lord of Hosts Meets L.A. County
by Holly Day

Jesus is walking down an empty stretch of road next to a poorly maintained farm dotted with scraggly yellow grass and dried-up shrubs. The sun beats down on His back and neck, unbearably hot, and finding a shade tree to sit beneath is becoming more important than reaching L.A. before dark. He knows He should have started off earlier this morning, but His ridiculous nomadic compulsions don’t ever seem to occur at convenient or logical times.

There is a small stream up ahead, running parallel to the highway, barely a trickle, but obviously steady enough to support the decent-sized group of trees crowding the banks. He picks up His pace and hurries toward the oasis, praying it’s real, not some wicked mirage.

It is not a mirage. Jesus kneels down on the sandy bank and splashes cool water on His face, on His neck, sucking up whole handfuls as quickly as He can. The trees provide more than adequate shade, the grass is soft here – His eyes begin to close against His will and He has to lie down. He sinks to the ground and rests against a pile of smooth gray boulders. Cattle have been here recently, their stink still thick in the air. Jesus notices that the boulders under His head feel soft, warm, and smell like yeast. He finds His stomach is not asleep. The flat, gray stone breaks off easily under His fingers. He puts the pieces to His lips, in His mouth, and gratefully swallows the warm pebbles, remembering to thank Him who is responsible for these impromptu miracles.

“Hey, Mister,” says a voice behind Him. He turns around, and two boys on bicycles are staring at Him. “Hey, mister,” the taller of them says again, a freckled redhead. “Are ya lost?”

“No,” Jesus replies, but that isn’t the end of the conversation.

“This is my uncle’s land,” says the boy. “I don’t recollect him invitin’ nature freaks to camp out here.”

“I just need to rest a while and I’ll be on my way,” He answers. “I’m not looking for trouble.” Jesus finishes His meal as He speaks, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. The boys stare at Him, at the gray crumbs on His face, the half-eaten boulders broken at His feet, and walk away slowly, backwards, facing Him until they are far enough away to leap on their bicycles and speed away. Jesus chuckles to himself and turns over onto His side for a nap.

When He awakes, the boys have returned. They have brought three older men with them. Jesus sits up quickly, wary of their intentions. The men are dressed in flannel shirts and ripped-up jeans and have little or no teeth left in their mouths. One of them, a slightly-pinheaded man with a limp, hobbles up to Jesus and grins idiotically. “My name is John,” he says.

“Hello, John,” Jesus answers. He holds out His hand. The farmer stares at it in puzzlement. Jesus lets the hand hang there for a moment, then drops it back down to His side.

“My name is John,” the man says again, then shuffles back to join his friends. Jesus scoots back a little against the rocks, nervous. John is kicking at little clods of dirt, the stupid grin back on his face.

“You a magician?” ventures another one of the motley crew.

“Why, no,” Jesus answers, even more nervous. “Why do you ask?”

“You eat rocks.” The man gestured to the boulders broken up around Jesus’ feet.

“These?” Jesus laughs. “I don’t know what they are, but they’re not rocks. Someone dropped some bad bread or something. They’re just dirty loaves of bread. See?” He picks up one small rock and finds that it is heavy, solid. He tries to find another of the faux rocks and decides that He must have eaten them all. The old man smiles triumphantly at his friends.

“You eat rocks,” he states again. “You eat rocks.”


This concludes the Electronic Reading Tour! Your regular website operator will return shortly. Thank you to all readers and all hosts of this tour. If you’ve enjoyed the week’s stories and excerpts, check out the newest issue of LITTLE ENGINES in the online store.