~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ GRASSHOPPER TAKEOVER'S
** T H E S W A R M **
The Official Grasshopper Takeover Email Newsletter
If my life is as long as the day is
short, I'd die a happy man. Never have I been a part of a love so
exciting and real. Take a look around and tell me of one person you
know who doesn't long to be loved beyond their wildest imaginations:
to be a part of something so grand that it can only be remembered
in dreams and poetry.
To be included in the lives of others
that surround and accept you unconditionally is freedom. And, though,
within that sanctity comes sacrifice, it is only so that the rewards
can be more fully recognized and appreciated.
Look around. You can see this in the
earth. Smell it in the air. Feel it through speech and music. It is
in your family. It is in your friends. Your God. Your passion. Your
needs. But most of all it is within yourself. So go placidly amid
the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all people.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly
and listen to others. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are
vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself to others you may
become vain and bitter. For always there will be greater and lesser
people than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own passions and career. However humble, it
is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Many people
strive for high ideals and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign
affection, neither be cynical about love. For in the face of all aridity
and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Nurture strength
of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world. Be careful.
Strive to be happy.
The Open Road:
It was so good to see so many people
out at the August shows in Omaha. If I've said it once, I've said
it a million times, but your support is incredible. It is always our
pleasure to play for the friends and fans who have supported us from
the beginning and we can't wait to do it again in November.
We bought a new tour vehicle while
in Omaha and for the first time we own a van that is not littered
with rust and doesn't burn a quart of oil every 50 miles. As a result,
our comrade in arms, Redd, has been officially retired. Currently,
she sits sadly cock-eyed outside our house in LA awaiting a flatbed
truck to take her to that salvage yard in the sky.
We had a great and safe trip back to
LA from Omaha. Utah was amazing, with its purple mesas and rock-of-Gibraltar-like
formations everywhere. As James aptly put it as we entered into Green
River Canyon, "Man, Grubb, that's a big rock." Bob I had
a candid discussion about whether or not he could survive being dropped
off in the middle of the arid mountains with nothing t all but a buck
knife. He still believes he could do it. James (who reigns as the
King of Impatience) wondered how the early settlers of the West could
have possibly withstood the drudgery of a slow moving wagon train
headed for the coast. (I don't think he would have liked being alive
in the mid-1800s -- especially since they didn't have rock 'n roll
or bass guitars then.)
Once through Colorado and Utah, it
was nothing but desert... hot, desolate, unspeakable desert. After
miles and miles of sweltering heat we peered into the distance and
then, we could see it, in its blaze of illuminated glory, it was Vegas
-- the biggest strip mall in the world. Nothing but miles of overpriced
merchandise and under-dressed girls. Sin City. The armpit of America.
Some might even say, the future of society as we know it.
Of course, as any red-blooded American
would, we had to support the system. So we threw down our last dollars
on the blackjack table and, if you couldn't have guessed, 30 minutes
later we were done. At least the free drinks and cocktail waitresses
were nice while they lasted. The following morning we were up early
with nothing on our minds but LA, our home and the comfort of our
own beds. What sweet dreams we all had that first night back.
We have completed the final mixes of
"Esta Vida" and "Pick it Up," recorded and mixed
at BJM studios in Omaha, and we have also completed the final mixes
to the re-recordings of "Noel" and "Purpose" done
at 311's Hive Studio in Burbank with Nick Hexum and Chad Sexton. We
are very pleased with the outcome of all the tunes and can't wait
for their release.
Currently, we are recording 3 more
new songs at Asylum Studios in Los Angeles under the direction of
producer/engineer Gabriel Mann. The songs being recorded are "Forever
Young," "Wanted to be There" and "Hit Song."
Once they are finished, we will be releasing all 7 tunes on an EP/CD
scheduled to be out by Thanksgiving and tentatively titled, "Chinese
Radio Days." We may even be putting out some limited edition
vinyl issues of this release, too, so keep your eyes peeled.
This will be our third major release
in 3 years and we are just as psyched to get it to you as you are
to hear it.
Email Ryan Kuper at firstname.lastname@example.org
or visit www.redemption.net
if you are interested in Grasshopper Takeover merchandise.
Final Word: (true story)
His name was Fleming, and he was a
poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his
family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped
his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck,
was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer
Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled
up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman
stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer
Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said
"You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish
farmer replied, waving off the offer.
At that moment, the farmer's own son
came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?"
the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education.
If the lad is anything like his father, he'll grow to a man you can
be proud of."
And that he did. In time, Farmer Fleming's
son graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and
went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander
Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the nobleman's son
was stricken with pneumonia. What saved him? Penicillin. The name
of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston
Someone once said: What goes around
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Do what makes you happy.
Take care of yourself and others.
May rock be with you.
Grubb / GTO