We will be giving away a pair of tickets to Summerfest for Saturday June 29th on Twitter every Monday leading up to the festival, starting May 27th. The Rules are simple: We’ll tweet a trivia question and select a random winner who answered correctly!

Keep a look out on Mondays for the Trivia questions – Good Luck!
(Our Twitter, for those of you who don’t know, is @mothermother)

NOTE: Winners are responsible for their own travel to and from the festival, this contest is ONLY for entry into Summerfest.

Summerfest.com

Friends!

We wanted to let you know about an initiative in which we are very honoured to take part that the good folks at Amnesty International Canada are offering to music fans far and wide. It is called Artists For Amnesty. What does it do? As you may or may not know, Amnesty International is a global reaching movement that is committed to promoting human rights and social justice, and Artists For Amnesty seeks to make you, the music lover, more in tune with the goings-on as it pertains to human rights violations and the work Amnesty International is doing to right those wrongs. How does it work? Canadian recording artists such as ourselves are offering you a free track to download in exchange for your subscriber-ship to Amnesty International’s e-mail list so that they can send you updates about human rights violations around the globe and what they’ve been up to to bring about social justice. How do you sign up and get that free MM track? Visit the Artists For Amnesty website here, you’ll see a Mother Mother graphic amongst those of a variety of fine and generous Canadian talent, hover over it and you’ll be asked to submit your e-mail address. Amnesty International will promptly e-mail you the mp3.

Did we mention that the track we’re offering was, until now, only be found on our 2005 independent release MOTHER?
Yes, the track we are giving away is “Mamma Told Me”! Be sure to sign up and spread the good word to your friends!

Much love,

MM

Hey Vancouverites and MM fans.

Have ya ever wanted to see a Mother Mother musical??

Now’s your chance!

The drama class of Carson Graham will be performing O MY HEART THE MUSICAL from May 22-25 at Carson Graham Secondary in North Vancouver.

Written by two grade 12 students, Leah Newson and Jasmine Price of Carson Graham, O MY HEART – THE MUSICAL stars Miles and Ana, two soulful teenagers who attend Oleander High. This tale of resilience is set to the musical backdrop of Vancouver’s Mother Mother, drawing from the group’s 4 album discography.

Show is 95 minutes with intermission and tickets are only $10

Reserve your tickets at:

tickets@carsongraham.ca

Wednesday May 22, 6 pm curtain
Thursday May 23, 6pm curtain
Friday May 24, 6pm curtain
Saturday May 25 , matinee 3pm, evening 7pm

For a sneak preview, check out this video clip of Ryan’s visit to the school where he got a chance to meet the students and work on the music a bit:

Hope to see you at the show! You may see some members of MM in the audience ; )

XOXO

The design criteria:
1. Your poster must include “MOTHER MOTHER”
2. The content must be suitable for all ages
3. The dimensions must be 11×17 (inches)
4. Must be submitted as a print-ready PDF file
5. It must list the following Mother Mother tour dates like so:

June 14 – Kamloops, BC @ Interior Savings Centre – All Ages
June 15 – Vancouver, BC @ Malkin Bowl – All Ages
June 29 – Milwaukee, WI @ Summerfest – All Ages
June 30 – Cleveland, OH @ Peabody’s – All Ages
July 1 – Rochester, NY @ The Bug Jar – 18+
July 2 – Cambridge, MA @ T.T. The Bear’s Place – 18+
July 5 – Windsor, ON @ The Loop – 19+
July 6 – St. Catharines, ON @ Barracuda Pretty – 19+
July 7 – Montreal, QC @ Club Soda for Montreal Jazz Fest – All Ages
July 8 – Ottawa, ON @ Ottawa Blues Fest – All Ages
July 10 – Chicago, IL @ Reggies – 17+
July 14 – Victoria, BC @ Rock The Shores – All Ages
July 31 – Toronto, ON @ Edgefest – All Ages

Everything else is completely up to you!

Submit your poster to: mmpostercontest@gmail.com
One submission per person please, upon submitting your poster to the e-mail above you will receive a confirmation e-mail of receipt (check your spam/junk folder if you don’t see it in your inbox).

We will be accepting submissions starting today (May 16th) until May 30th 11:59pm PT (anything submitted after this time will NOT be accepted). On May 31st we will put up all the submissions on Facebook and the voting period will begin – that’s right, we want you to choose the Top 5 posters!

The Top 5 posters with the most votes will all win a Signed Mother CD and Mother Mother will pick their favourite poster from those 5. The Grand Prize will get a signed copy of their poster!!

Are you ready? We can’t wait so see what you come up with!

The False Starts and The Impediments playing tonight at The Breakdown Lounge

At least we’ve not had any in son

The musical part of our day is actually quite skookum and despite having played these 7 tunes ten hundred & two trillion times,
it still feels fresh and fun

Music is kinda like that, a romance that doesn’t grow complacent

It stays lusty, which might not help love’s cause in the human domain

For if the eternal honeymoon exists in one realm, why settle for anything less in another?

In these days of self-reliant sociopathy, the question is less pressing One can be alone AND sublime

In fact, the solitary man is a glorified hero

We find his heart errant cute

But the unaccompanied matron we disdain and attribute to patchy neurosis The battle of the sexes they say

More like seething man’s crooked landslide victory

Remember Sublime?

They still tour in fact

A band’s effort to carry on without their figurehead is often seen as fraudulent But I think it’s really quite valiant

Those songs bring me right back to the feral house parties of my youth

Oh what a sloppy time

Life is backwards

Dumb shits everywhere thrashing around in their physical apex

Brilliant minds weeping behind the bars of their broken bodies

And your final epiphany, if you get one, a slurred preface to an unexceptional departure Or entirely exceptional, this wild spray of paisley energy dancing tribal, delivered and free, boundless stardust

Someone said life is not a road, it’s a room

I get the message, but can’t help but think of being stuck in a room chewing my arm off Which brings us right back to that towering moment when lust leaves the building These days life is both a room and a road

A room on wheels skating down the icy throughways of North Dakota

All this to say, we carry on

Rambling and ambling

Trundling and traipsing and whirring past

Running and reaching for that flint of magic, only to recoil from a fire roaring with insecurities;

A combustion of embarrassment burning a hole in that toothy grinned car salesman we keep on staff

Whom we thrust onto strangers and bartenders and hotel clerks

Even to our friends
And to our families, sadly

But it’s mostly ourselves who are duped by the uncouth buffoon of our bruised egos

Who loiters drunkenly through our rites of passage

And who belches in our silent temples

Who slams his finger in the doorway to the universe in an act to shut it out

Who stubs his toe on the bed foot of an existential crisis

Then kicks the wall

Who’s portrait sports simpering eyes above a dirty nose atop a smile like a smear Housing teeth grinding with envy and spite

Who is entirely afraid of everything entirely

So yeah, there is the music and the careers and the land marks and vista points And the vegan restaurants and the car troubles and the new James Blake

And the boring irony of a snow swept April and our playlists on Rdio

And the used book store and my new jean jacket…

But I mean c’mon

I’ve only to report that the joust with mine self continues and the lance is gettin’ nubby What are you up to?

- RG

It appears that our long awaited return to Denver will be delayed for a bit.

Due to an unforeseeable scheduling conflict that has arisen, we are sad to share that we will no longer be joining The Epilogues and guests on April 6 at Summit Music Hall. The show will still go on, just without us we’re afraid.

For more information about the cancellation or any inquiries you may have, please e-mail the promoter at help@sodajerkpresents.com

Our utmost apologies to everyone who was looking forward to the show, we were looking forward to seeing you and know it’s been far too long since we’ve passed through! We are already looking at where we can possibly schedule a make up date in the coming months.

Much Love,

MM

Something is wrong with my computer. Something at the very least. Error messages. My desktop is a mess. That old saying: your mind is your desktop. yikes.

I can’t tell if I actually smell alcohol or if it’s just in my head. yes, both.

Dustin Bentall’s van, despite a floundering tryst or two, still takes us places. Currently taking us to NYC, La Grande Pomme. Thank you Dusty. He’s going to be opening for us at The Malkin Bowl in Vancouver come June 15. So exciting. An old friend. Molly and I lived with him in an A-frame. Our blithering early twenties. Late nights bruising up against the muse and other flecks of magic.

I threw my fags in the garbage one week ago today. It’s at once imprisoning and emancipating. Damned if u do… so I don’t and be damned.

A sign reads Hanover/Ashland. I read Hangover.

Debussy piano flitters through its movements. The guy wrote this stuff for no particular reason other than he felt like it. Probably the best motivation for most everything.

Most Everything’s a Silly Thing To Say.

Reading The Boat by Nam Le. I really like it. Prodigious author. A cocktail of intertwining stories. Have u read Raymond Carver, the great American short prose writer? Similar style. When i was young my father would read him to us, and one that stuck out was about a man with fat hands. Beautifully descriptive passages about pudgy fingers and so on. I tried to copy it and wrote about a man with fat legs.

Or have u seen Short Cuts, the film based on Carver stories? Tom Waits plays an inebriate chauffeur. I recently watched Down By Law, a Jim Jarmusch film about an Italian, a pimp and a disc jockey (also played by Waits, again inebriated) who all share a prison cell and escape. I forget and remember over and over just how good Tom Waits is.

The Piano Has Been Drinking. My necktie is asleep. The Bouncer is a sumo wrestler. Cream puff Casper milk toast. And you can’t find your waitress. With the geiger counter…

Milk toast: a breakfast food consisting of toasted bread in warm milk, typically with sugar and butter. (yuck!)

Milquetoast: a person who is timid or submissive: [ as modifier ] : a soppy, milquetoast composer.
ORIGIN 1930s: from the name of a cartoon character, Caspar Milquetoast, created by H. T. Webster in 1924.

Geiger, Hans Wilhelm |ˈgīgər|
(1882–1945), German nuclear physicist; full name Hans Johann Wilhelm Geiger. In 1908, he developed a prototype radiation counter for detecting alpha particles.

anyhow…  things are good.  when I collect it all and make a pile; the dust of my experience – things are just fine.  really quite perfectly adequate.  devoid of devastation.  equable feng shui and sizeable sang froid.

…

the 30 minute opening set is proving addictive.  all peak and no valley.  apogee for apathy.  apexing through our benchmark anthems: the sticks, body of years, the stand, bit by bit, let’s fall in love, o my heart, hayloft. blam.

* and the unsuspecting humans are sparse with incredulity, so thank u.

* and the recurring pocket of mm mobsters: heartwarming. meaningful.  so thank u.

* and the backstage climate is jocular, convivial, insightful.  much gratitude and respect to the awolnation / blondfire gaggle.  learning much from each camp in realms both musical and social.

Traded Debussy for Little Dragon.  Crystalfilm is like being drugged.  Every time.

Okay. the day is starting to make sense, which I appreciate for its rational safety, but despise for its dearth of sorcery.

Perhaps I should switch gears and wrap up this inane epistle.
I’ll do so with a lie, cuz the truth is we’ve got hours to go and are stuck in Washington State gridlock:

As we cascade through our vagrant deeds, and Gillian Welch coos of celestial romance, the New York City skyline erupts into gaze like a dreamboat brick shithouse in the eyes of a damsel.

Ryan

It is with great sadness that we have to report we will be unable to make it to the show tonight. We have had the misfortune of encountering some automotive issues that have unfortunately rendered us immobile until they are resolved. We extend our deepest apologies, and do hope that if you were going to see us, you’ll still attend to check out our friends AWOLNATION and blondfire, who will definitely show you a great time. Again, many apologies, and we hope to make it up to you down the line sooner than later.

Much Love,

MM