Can you feel my onion?

Hey gang - let me tell you something, it's about to get real interesting. It's a pretty cool time to be a Surefire Fan. But before we get into that, let me tell you a quick story to keep you entertained (be forewarned, I may cuss).

About 7 years ago I was getting back into being a rock star and was playing with a band called The Right Bastards. We were rehearsing in the Music Building, a building on 8th Ave. with 5-6 sound proofed rooms per floor that were specifically for bands/musicians to rehearse in. Allegedly, Madonna used to rehearse there before she was Evita or had a British accent. Because there were so many bands, and so much musical equipment in this place, they had a "security guard" which was basically a 95 pound guy eating collard greens watching a 5" black and white TV.

So one night I get to the building for rehearsal, and there's this scrawny guy arguing with the guard, who won't let him in. I quickly gleaned that the guy just wanted to go into the building to check out some of the rooms. I figured he wanted to scope it out to see if he'd want to rent one, so I told the guard he was with me and let him in. In a matter of moments, I learned that this guy had come all the way to 8th Avenue from Israel to become a star. He (from here on, referred to as WIG - Wacky Israeli Guy) was a singer/songwriter, whose first stop was to visit the place where his idol, Madonna, had started out.

On our way up in the elevator, WIG said to me "Can you feel my onion?" I had no idea what he meant. He explained to me that he had just eaten an onion bagel. I figured out that he was worried about his breath when he asked again "can you feel my onion?" It was at this moment that I realized that some of his translations to English were a little sketchy. More on this later.

We got up to the space, and I introduced WIG to the other guys in my band. He told us about how he had come to America to be a star (this was years before American Idol, mind you), and he offered to let us be his back-up band. He then proceeded to perform one of the songs he had written for us. The lyrics for his song were as follows:

I watch you, watch you, watch you.
Do you watch me, watch me too.
I watch you, watch you, watch you.
You, I watch you.

While performing this for us, he proceeded to gyrate. Have you ever seen a scrawny, delusional, slightly smelly, Israeli, Madonna fan gyrate? I have.

Following his performance he shouted to us - "Am I fucking your brain!" over and over. Completely confused, we asked him to leave. It was several hours later that I realized he was quite literally trying to translate into English - "Am I blowing your mind?" A fun example of 'lost in translation,' thanks for indulging me.

So, back to the present - we're going to be announcing some pretty cool stuff in the near future - an upcoming show at Mercury Lounge and our 2nd Mid-Atlantic road trip, this time to Philly. We've also got some fun new material that's starting to take form. And we might have another surprise up our sleeve - you'll just have to stay tuned.

Prepare to have your brain fucked. Hard.

-d