We shot our Tiny Desk Concert submission last weekend and happened to catch an impromptu Spinal Tap song on video:
https://youtu.be/7ns4FxR3w74

Thomas is now growing a full Derek Smalls mustache, so there's no turning back.

We spent a few hours last weekend shooting video for "Teflon." I don't know whether this is our theatrical origins showing or what, but this band excels at low-tech, low-budget special effects. It is delightful.

We are very much leaning into the weird for this one (which is only right for a song with a rhythm track created from modem noise). Some of my favorite effects came from mounting music-stand LEDs on the person of band members. 

Of course, it does not hurt to have a video professional as a bandmate. Zach arrived with colored LEDs and a smoke machine, in addition to the welding helmet he's sporting in the middle photo above. Below, you can see him contorted on the floor of the practice space to get the right shot of Charlie. For Art.

 I haven't seen most of the footage of myself yet, but it definitely involves a dress made of bubble wrap as well as some nightmare fodder with a six-foot gauze sheath.

Some ideas, in no particular order:

Shop at craft fairs and small businesses. Even if you're not supporting artists directly, you're helping to build robust local communities, the sort of places where indie bookstores and record shops can thrive. Your presence might also convince the neighborhood chamber of commerce that next year's event should have live music, or the neighborhood deserves a mural.

Sponsor artists via Patreon, Kickstarter, or a similar crowdfunding site. (We don't have a Baguettes fund going at the moment, but you can support our favorite illustrator/printmaker/sculptor Phineas X. Jones for a mere dollar a month.)

Give our music or our merch as a gift. You may feel that a gift demands a physical object and a music download is therefore insufficient. If that's the case, just ask; plenty of artists have found clever ways to provide the object. We have Highway Gothic download codes on art prints, for example. 

On that topic, you can also make a difference with the way you purchase:

• Buying directly from us at the merch table is great, of course.
• If you're at home, buy your music through Bandcamp. Slightly more of the purchase price goes to the artist (at least in our experience; other bands and labels may have different setups), and they're a good organization.
• If you need to buy through Amazon, we get it, but please leave a review. They are not a particularly good organization, but we can't avoid selling there. (Annnd cue our dance song about predatory capitalism.)

Come to a show. We love to see you. 

Give us a follow or a like on Spotify, Soundcloud, or Facebook. Follower numbers can affect whether we get booked, whether the album gets a review, whether a radio station takes a chance on our new song...all kinds of things that make a material difference in our future work.

If your space permits, have us over to play a house concert. 

Add one of our songs to your party playlist. If you like us enough to introduce us to your friends, you like-us like-us.
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What else you got? Post ideas in the comments.

We will not apologize for that pun.

Thanks to the kind artist reps at Spotify, all our music has been consolidated under the Liz + the Baguettes name. If you were already following the ampersand version of the channel, you should have been transferred to the plus-sign version with no hiccups. Perhaps you are even one of the people streaming "Hookup Song" in Chennai! (If so, please say hi in the comments. It is mind-blowingly cool that we have listeners in Chennai.)

Next up: we try to accomplish the same feat on YouTube. Wish us luck, y'all. 

You may have noticed there are two Spotify channels: Liz + the Baguettes and Liz & the Baguettes.

There's a not-terribly-interesting history here about how the plus sign wasn't allowed on certain digital platforms when we released our first album, and so we got stuck with the ampersand, but the short version is: Both are us. The plus sign is more recent, and all future digital distribution will use the plus-sign version of the name. Following ButterBean's release of the remastered and expanded Everything I Think I Know Is Wrong this fall, our entire catalogue will be available on the plus-sign channel.

Sorry, that may have been a little bit of lede burial. (All in the service of including a clip from The Commitments, which is one of the greatest music movies of all time and you should totally go watch it now, or at least listen to the soundtrack.) EITIKIW is indeed getting a remaster and rerelease. We're also adding four tracks recorded in the same Workshop Jones sessions: "Candy," "Midway" (with the lyrics we updated last year at Mystery Street), "Half," and "Grace" (never released). Final release date to be announced shortly.

The Highway Gothic CDs have arrived! Can't wait to start sharing these beauties. As great as it is to be able to distribute music digitally, there's still something extremely Official and Exciting about having the physical object.

​Our release show is at the Montrose Saloon on March 29. Look for details soon.

Fwiw, current plans are for the LP to mimic this gatefold design, but the vinyl discs themselves will be the green or blue of highway signs.

First look: here's the cover photo for Highway Gothic. It's from the onramp to I-94 at Lawrence and Cicero; the lozenge for "94" is mysteriously missing, leaving this odd direction to...the frontier? Manifest Destiny? Some other promise betrayed? (If you've been there, you know the arrow is actually pointing north: one must put a lot of trust in this sign.)

This feels about right, for a road album, and specifically an album that begins in the suburbs and ends in the Badlands. I love the color of the sky—a massive lucky break, as I knew I wanted blue, but had no guarantee of getting it until...well, April, probably, the way this winter has been going. The big open negative space is as close as we'll come to duplicating a genuine Western sky in Chicago. I think it asks a question.

The lit geek in me is also pleased by the accidental resemblance to the color scheme Joyce demanded for the cover of Ulysses (the blue was to represent the Mediterranean, the white islands, if I'm recalling correctly). Beyond the idea of wandering, there's no connection between the album and the book—certainly nothing deliberate—but I like the coincidence.

It's the final track list for Highway Gothic!

1. Subourbon
2. Slinky
3. Teflon
4. White Flag
5. Lost in America
6. The Age and the Ache
7. Gen X
8. One Two
9. D.G.A.F.
10. After All
11. Badlands

Weren't there twelve songs before, Liz? Yes, yes, there were. We have decided to cut "Bender" from the download/CD version of the album. It will still be available in some form, and it'll be on side 4 of the longer LP, along with a couple of other songs. But it's always been a bit of an outlier (this is not a relationship album at all, and "Bender" is definitely a relationship song). On test listens to various track orders—especially while driving—it just stuck out more and more.

Anyway. Head over to Soundcloud to hear an unmastered preview of a handful of songs.

ReverbNation really wants me to take out ads to promote the band, and they're telling me this via banner ads using a still image from the "White Flag" video. Hilariously, these banners tend to appear when I'm reading Go Fug Yourself, and some alchemy of browser settings means my face appears at more or less the same scale as the celebs in the GFY slideshows.

At this point in the video I'm singing "You can radio the captain," but it turns out this is a relatively neutral facial expression that acquires a lot of meaning from context.

​For example, here I am awkwardly serenading two legendary women about how much I want a 9 to 5 sequel, and Jane is not having it:

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​"YOU ARE SO PRETTY HOW ARE YOU SO PRETTY."

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​"I...have questions about the eyewear."

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​I freeze, recognizing that this is my last moment of life, as she sprouts wings and transforms into a Creature of the Night.

CELINE: Ne mentionnez pas les jeans.
ME: Okay, but...that's an acid-wash paper-bag waist, right?
CELINE: ...

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​(incoherent noises of lust-drooling)