Blake is a girl from the cold state of Vermont. John was raised in the hot sands of Dubai. They met in Boston and made a record of Blake's songs. They then travelled near and far to play John's songs, and then Blake's again. At last the two moved out west to seek adventure, but sadly parted on a bleak November day. They wrote songs, each in their own place, about their dismay and unhappiness without the other. Their songs said things they hadn't said in person, and when they heard them--together--it all made sense. In fact, life made more sense together. After a while, and having realized this, they became The Submarines.
if you've had the chance to catch the submarines live show within the past 6 months or so, then you've had the good fortune of seeing and hearing the wonderful jason stare playing drums with us. big smile. big fro. huge heart and a tasty beat. xo
the drive from los angeles to chicago was beautiful! especially the san rafael reef in utah. the next day, however, blake and i each got a speeding ticket. our first in yeeeears. blake's in colorado and mine in nebraska - as if in tribute to bruce springsteen's state trooper on his album, nebraska. "mister state trooper, please don't stop me." so many construction zones. it's really, really hard to drive 55 - or even 65. jason flew out. so who knows, maybe we saved ourselves another citation.in any case, we're glad to be here in chicago and are VERY excited for tomorrow's show at schubas with headlights and common loon. hooray. -jd