Chapter 2: Knowing Your Audience (is all dorks)

I’m not try­ing to insult any­one with the title, it’s just that I’ve been immersed in the Rus­sell house for quite a while now and there’s a lot to take in. It’s weird. The house feels a lot like my parent’s house with the same sib­ling vio­lin pic­tures side by side on the wall, the Bible verses on lit­tle embroi­dered doilies that you read while you wash your hands, and old school projects col­lect­ing dust in a stack in the cor­ner. And the child­hood pic­tures — with the lit­tle faces and hair­dos! Whoa! Those are a trip.

Any­way, we played a pretty nice show last night for the rel­a­tives and a few friends of Caleb’s. We couldn’t use drums because it would’ve been too loud and we were still eat­ing din­ner when peo­ple started arriv­ing. As every­one was sit­ting down qui­etly in the liv­ing room we con­gre­gated in Caleb’s room upstairs and fran­ti­cally thought about what songs we could and could not play with­out piss­ing off his parents/grandparents/church friends. The crowd was mostly older folks and some home schooled kids of high school sta­tus. I’m not sure how many of the younger kids exactly were part of the same fam­ily but there was a big white church van that pulled up and a lot of peo­ple got out. Thanks to every­one that came out and a shout out to McKenna for being a cool dude.

Show high­lights were def­i­nitely Miss Algae, Watches (thanks for the awe­some snap­ping Porter­ville!), and watch­ing Caleb play Fist­fight For a Woman’s Right and Body and Cello solo on piano. It was a lot of fun.

After the show we chilled with the fam­ily for a bit, looked through some mag­a­zines, ate oreos and drank soda, and then the headed over to John’s house for a rowdy game of Monop­oly (kinda bor­ing but real clip) that I tore to shreds after a con­tro­ver­sial exchange of money for States Avenue between Caleb and I. I can’t say that things didn’t get a bit heated for a while. Whoa:

Well I believe that Michal and David (Caleb’s par­ents) are mak­ing Swedish pan­cakes for us but I just wanted to say that just as each show the Fists play is an inter­ac­tion between the audi­ence and us, I want to make this whole tour blog thing a really fun inter­ac­tion with you. The whole “unknown audi­ence” thing of a blog has been a bit con­fus­ing for me and I’m not sure which voice to use, whom to address, or who is actu­ally going to be read­ing this. I know of two (wink wink) for sure that slide their eyes down these pages, but want to have some more inter­ac­tion. I’m not mad, not at all, I’m just think­ing that we could have a dig­i­tal blast together some­how. So:tell us what you want to see/hear/know and we will deliver you Fist Vids!. We will do them regard­less, I imag­ine, but feel free to ask us what our favorite color of socks are, for a good joke, our favorite bible verse, etc. I think this will help me a lot with being able to feel more com­fort­able in know­ing that we all are dorks who are now still dorks with more devel­oped bod­ies and brains.

Finally, there are some new places to find pic­tures and videos of the Rightheous and Har­mo­nious Fists on the internet.

Love Jor­dan

ps. Thank you to every­one in Santa Bar­bara for the awe­some show at Muddy Waters and be sure to check out some of the Sea­hag videos!!

Chapter 1: The Ballad of St. Barb

Talk talk talk talk talk and now we DO!!!

Thanks to every­one who came out to the send-off show last night at Andy’s (hope your eyes quickly fell heavy amongst the sound of the party) and thanks ya’ll for wish­ing us the best.

I played long ver­bal game of hello/goodbye to myself as I drove away from Los Ange­les today with many more on the later half. It was sad too think about and I was lis­ten­ing to Brian Eno: 1/1 which just inten­si­fied the con­tem­pla­tive feel­ing I was being gifted and shaky sound of my own voice . I want you to know that I’m sort of really sad that so much time will pass before we see each other again — with some more than oth­ers — but still nonethe­less, I can’t tell you enough that I love you all dearly. Thank you espe­cially to ya’ll, who know who you are, for help­ing us directly and for the sup­port. Finally, I’ve been think­ing about the show last night and couldn’t remem­ber if Laura got proper credit for her work with Matthew on the posters which kick some seri­ous ass.

I feel pretty good about the show last night. Fist­fight For a Woman’s Right and The Sun Song were a lot of fun, some of the new tunes need a bit of rehearsal but I’m stoked about the free­dom of play­ing old and new songs in com­pletely new ways for fresh unadul­ter­ated faces and ears. Get ready for cos­tumes too. Weird ones.

We’re play­ing tonight with Alisha’s brother’s sweet band called Sea­hag in Santa Bar­bara at a hip cof­fee house called Muddy Waters that has some deli­cious sound­ing Tele­graph Beers on tap and employs a awe­some dude named Bill who’s got a fowl mouth that said “I don’t give a shit what you fuckin’ guys play as long as you’re called the Right­eous and Har­mo­nious Fists”. Right on, man.

I’m hop­ing to get some pic­tures up as soon as I take some which I have to go do now. But check back soon, I’m not going to do this with­out you.

Love Jor­dan

Tour “Diary”

Jor­dan Dyk­stra (the one and only) will be doc­u­ment­ing the upcom­ing Right­eous and Har­mo­nious Fists Tour (begin­ning in less than a week) right here on the Prescott Fam­ily blog. Check it. It is going to be tight.

Tour “Diary”

Jor­dan Dyk­stra (the one and only) will be doc­u­ment­ing the upcom­ing Right­eous and Har­mo­nious Fists Tour (begin­ning in less than a week) right here on the Prescott Fam­ily blog. Check it. It is going to be tight.

The Fists

The Right­eous and Har­mo­nious Fists on Vimeo, Virb, and YouTube

Ecology

Ecol­ogy on Vimeo, Virb, and YouTube

Orem(the sink)

This is the first video install­ment of this event:

Orem(the sink) on vimeo, virb, and youtube.

Stolen from MySpace

Grand­mother 2D music video (via Ariel)