Ted Leo New Song MP3

During the concert tonight, Ted shocked the crowd by busting out an all-new song, written just that morning.

Knowing that Ted has been rather bootleg friendly (he instructed all of us to trade the *Since U Been Gone* cover all we wanted, but they wouldn’t play it live), I immediately stuck up my camera and recorded the whole thing. Rather than have my bandwidth get further thrashed with a 90 meg MPEG, I’ve ripped it to MP3, leaving us with a much smaller footprint.

The quality is okay but not great. My camera only does 64kbps audio, so the MP3 is at 128 if only to avoid losing more quality during the transcode. There is a fair amount of crowd noise at the beginning/middle/end. There’s some extra audio at the end from the next song, since there wasn’t a clean break. I haven’t balanced it or equalized it or anything like that. It’s a bootleg – one recorded on a digital camera – so don’t expect CD quality.

With all that said, enjoy.

(To those worried about the legality of this MP3, I have cleared this with Ted.)

*Append*: mligon [points out a potential song title]( of “Sons Of Cain”, which jives at least partially with the [set list](

*Append 2nd*: Those of you dying for the video can [find it here](, thanks to the lovely people at [](


Save Your Strength

Almost exactly a week ago at this time, I was collapsing in bed, having just had a somewhat reasonable night out with Katie and was looking forward to an open-ended weekend.

But lo and behold, I woke up with a horrendous cough. The painful dry hacking cough, which I had seen plenty of other people at work fall prey to, had come to beat my head in. I spent almost all of Saturday in bed, alone, coughing and muttering to myself about how life is unfair.

Sunday was not much better, and coming into Monday, I was faced with a real dilemma: yes, I was sick. Yes, I needed to recoup. But, this was probably the most critical week of the year at work. Falling behind this week – and there’s a lot of projects that were available to do for the first time this week – would lead to massive amounts of pain in the coming months. So, of course, I worked through it – coughing my head off at my desk, alleviating it temporarily with cups of tea and water.
By Thursday, it still hadn’t broken, although most of my projects for the week were completed to satisfaction. While talking to one of my bosses, I continued coughing, and he remarked – “You don’t sound so good.” I explained the whole critical-week thing, and he suggested that if I didn’t have any urgent projects on Friday, I should take a sick day. I didn’t, so I did (although I seem to have put in two hours of work from home).

But a little coughing didn’t stop me from attending two events I had on my agenda for a long while now; one Thursday night, and one Friday night.

## Thursday Night: Premium Blend

Yes, Katie and I subjected ourselves to the nearly two-hour line to be at the taping of two episodes of the new season of Premium Blend. Why, you might ask, would we put ourselves through such a trial? To see good comedians – in particular, one Aziz Ansari. I’m more than happy to say Aziz tore the roof off the place. Even [he was surprised](

> I taped my Premium Blend set last night and it was a blast. The audience was amazing to the point of even throwing me off my game a little bit.

In any case, like I said, we were there for two shows, and we weren’t moved in the audience for either show – so for both of the episodes in question, we’re in the fourth row, center. No idea if or how much we were on camera, but since Premium Blend is repeated on Comedy Central about 5,000 times, I’m sure we’ll figure it out at some point.

## Friday: Ted Leo & The Pharmacists

I had been waiting for this concert for two months. All the coughing in the world is not going to keep me from Ted Leo.
Yes, at long last, Ted Leo & The Pharmacists returned to the Seaport Music Festival. This year, there was no rain, no killer bees, no blackout – it was a gorgeous day.

The opener was [Tigers & Monkeys](, who impressed me for being thoroughly well-rounded and rocking to just the right degree. I look forward to their album later this year.

As for Ted and the boys – well, what can I say really? The concert rocked, through and through. Even when a mosh pit opened behind me during the last song, and I got hit and stepped on repeatedly for no good reason, it couldn’t bring me down. (Ted Leo fans should definitely check out the next post as well.)

All my pictures from the event are in this flickr set: [Seaport Music Festival 2005 – Ted Leo & The Pharmacists](


All in all, it’s been a good week – which is not something I can normally say when I’m hacking my lungs out.


For Everyone Out There Trying To Carry On

As I was walking through a life one morning
the sun was out, the air was warm, but
Ohhh-whoa-whoa, I was cold.
And though I must have looked half a person,
to tell the tale, in my own version,
It was only then that I felt whole.
But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it.
Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-contol.
I know how hard you try. I see it in your eyes.
But call your friends, ’cause we’ve forgotten what it’s like to eat what’s rotten –
And what’s eating you alive might help you to survive.
We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a Grand Tradition
And ohhh-whoa-whoa, what did we find?
It was Ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Ohhh-whoa-whoa, we’d been unkind
But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it.
Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control.
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine.
But call your friends, ’cause we’ve forgotten what it’s like to eat what’s rotten –
And what’s eating you alive, might help you to survive.
And even the nights, they can get better.
And even the days ain’t all that bad.
And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing.
But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it.
Fighting for the smallest goal: to gain a little self-control.
Won’t anybody here just let you disappear?
Not doctors, nor your mom nor dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Know how hard you try. Don’t you see it in my eyes?
Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive
Cigarettes and speed to live, and sleeping pills to feel forgiven
All that you contrive, and all that you’re deprived
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you’ve got to change
Don’t have any idea. They’ll never see so clear.
But don’t forget what it really means to hunger strike
when you don’t really need to.
Some are dying for a cause, but that don’t make it yours.
And even the nights, they could get better.