Dog Days of Summer

How did that happen? It feels like we looked away for a minute and blammo, all of a sudden, it’s the end of August. It’s fitting that it’s starting to rain as I type this, because summer is indeed over. Sorry about that, everyone, it’s been a good one, hasn’t it?

Band at AlkiYeah, it has! We played six shows in July and one in August. We went back to Leavenworth where the show was less about us and more about and the stripped down audience… we played the beer garden where many swimsuited hotties checked in to go tubing down the river. We played Bastille Bash again and chef Thierry Rauterau fed us our most memorable meal of the summer (it’s probably too late for you to go to Luc and order the mussels, but if they’re still on the menu, do, they’re spectacular). A reporter from KOMO news radio dropped in to see us play Auburn Sound Bites — we got a story on his radio station out of that. We haven’t heard it yet, but word has it we didn’t say anything too embarrassing — if you don’t count Jim accusing Paul McCartney of riding on our coat tails.

If we don’t have a lot of upcoming shows booked, it’s because we’ve been tremendously busy with two big projects — a full length CD and a new music video. Both of these projects required we make some hard decisions about being a legit business. That involved paperwork and banking and filing with the state. We sat down for tapas and sangria at Pintxo to wade through the details of our contract. We inked our names with olive oil and iberico stained fingers on our very own necronomicon, a document that includes such critical sections as the No Yokos Clause and the No Quitting the Band Clause and our favorite one, the This Lets You Continue to Be Awesome Clause.

It’s all been a lot of weird not very rock and roll bureaucracy, but it’s important stuff and lets us distribute our music in a much broader way. Stay tuned, Sixer is going to be re-released into iTunes and when the next album is mixed — Mark is doing amazing work on it — that will be available too.

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We had a series of mishaps on our video shoot, including being turned away from our initial location, the back of a crumbling brick facade in Georgetown where “bands were taking their pictures, and we can’t have that” according to the rent-a-cop patrolling the lot. Who would do such a thing? (Looks innocent, strolls away whistling…) The car we were using for the shoot got vapor lock and stalled out at a major intersection, Jim, Mark, and Ed, pushed it back into a parking lot while Pete steered and Pam took pictures. We shifted venues several times, everyone was tired and a little sunburned, and we didn’t finish everything we needed on day one, but when you do it all yourself — with the help of shockingly patient and supportive friends — well, we learned a lot and we think the video is going to be good fun when it’s finished.

We’ve been kicking around the idea of getting a booking agent but we’d welcome your help in finding new venues. We fit well in places that are family friendly, cafes that have beer and wine but have enough room to hold the Full Rock Show, we’re not a jazz trio, people, we’re Seattle’s Loudest Ukulele Band. If you think we’re the kind of act that your local would enjoy, drop us a line, why doncha, at info (at) thecastawaysband (dot) net or via our Facebook page. It’s your party and we’ll play if you want us — we’ve done weddings, BBQs, holiday events too… now’s the time to snap us up.

In the meantime, if you’re looking for us, we’ll be woodshedding down in Patos Locos studios. We’re at work on a handful of new tunes from our collective MTV era subconscious. We’re still pushing the uke in directions you might think it doesn’t want to go. But it does, it makes the jump nicely every time.

And hey, we really do love hearing from you, We’re all about the solidarity of four strings (and a box). Even if you don’t have a venue for us, drop us a line and let us know what you’re doing with your ukulele. Rocking it, we hope, and hard.

“You guys play hard! My band, we do mellow Hawaiian style, we don’t shred like that, but you guys, you tear it up!” — WH, North Seattle