January 28, 2005: Classes
starting back up.
Looks like classes are starting back up again
and I'll be taking a full load, as Kenny has already
done. So the updates are going to come slower than
expected, but what's the real rush? A good chunk of it
seems to be out of the way. Anyways, just added some cool
old posters... still looking for some more live shows.
After hearing the one posted the other day, I've been
hungry to hear more. Take care.
January 23, 2005: Bringing things closer to a full
circle.
Hope everyone is well. Just currently right now
tying up the loose ends, adding tabs, writing tabs, and
filling in the missing lyrics (for the unreleased live
songs, too). Speaking of live performances, please go get
the live JTB set under "Demos/Live
Recordings"-- it's really great. Hopefully there
will be more stuff like that in the future. Well, that's
about it for now. Take care. -Chris
ps- I created a messageboard for JTB
UnOfficial-- not like anybody will ever post, but I just
thought it was neccesary. Alright.
January 18, 2005: A year later.
Hello everyone. Sorry it has taken us... a year
to update again. We are hoping to make this site COMPLETE
this upcoming spring, adding a bunch of tabs, interviews,
etc etc-- tie up the loose ends. Oh, and to clear up
confusion-- if you didn't know, Jets To Brazil has broken
up. There was never an official statement made by the
band, but Jade Tree records has confirmed it. As for
what's up with everyone, we have gotten word that Blake
is up at SUNY teaching writing to students and kids, and
doesn't want to deal with the demands and stress of being
in a band (but will keep making music, in some respect).
I believe Jeremey is currently working with Cub Country
stuff. Thank you for visiting, we hope to add a bunch of
stuff soon. -Chris
also: I thought I'd get a jump start on
things and add a couple tabs (more to come soon!),
tottaly re-do the entire picture section and add a ton of
pictures (also, more to come!), and change the front page
around a little bit, to celebrate the new updates and
hopefully the page being finished. Thanks for visiting!
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February
24, 2004 A Word From Jeremy
I received
this e-mail from Jeremy today:
Friends,
Hey! Welcome to the first Cub Country newsletter. I'm
writing to let
you know that I played on a radio show last week in
Chapel Hill that you can
download and listen to. The website is noloveforned.com.
You need a
RealPlayer to listen to it. You can download a free
player at Real.com.
In other news, my website is almost done! It will be up
at
cubcountry.com within the next month.
I'm also putting the finishing touches on a new record
that will be
called Stay Poor / Stay Happy, and I'm shooting for a
Summer release.
Also, I've got a new band and we have started rehearsing
and playing
shows. So, I'll try to keep you updated with new show
info and other
exciting things until the website goes up.
Thanks for reading this, and if you'd rather not receive
it in the
future, please send me an e-mail and tell me to take you
off of the list.
xo
Jeremy
Also, the
2004 Coachella lineup has been released. No JTB. And no
updates on the webpage for almost a year. More updates to
come in the near future- we have a few new interviews to
post and *hopefully* an interview with Jeremy.
January
7, 2004 Jets Alive?
Some reliable sources have leaked what appears
to be the confirmed lineup for this year's Coachella
festival, and sharing the stage with such acts as The
Mars Volta and Planes Mistaken for Stars will be our
boys, Jets to Brazil. Granted, the official lineup has
yet to be released, and we'll keep you posted as this
develops.
November 11, 2003 Rumor Mill
The Official Jets to Brazil webpage hasn't been
updated for well over six months, causing much
speculation as to what's next for the Jets. Apparently,
at some shows Blake discussed moving to visual art over
music, and others have said that the Jets are taking the
rest of the year off and jumping back into it in January.
Once again, these are rumors, but given the update
drought on the band's page, we're all grasping at straws
here.
October 1st, 2003 Co-Webmaster
Appointed.
Rabbit Rabbit! I'm Kenny, and I'm the new
co-webmaster for this wonderful page. I'd like to thank
Chris for allowing me to help out with his already
awesome page. I'm not sure what my duties will be as of
yet, but I can be reached at knisbet@cats.ucsc.edu if you've got
any suggestions as to how I can help out or if there's
anything you'd like to see. Thanks!
August 06, 2003: Co-Webmaster
needed! JTB Tour ends.
Sorry for the lack of updates lately, I have
been extremely busy and out of town a lot as of late, and
I have not had the time to make any updates. I have come
to the comclusion I need another webmaster (short term or
long) to help me with filling in the reviews and
interview sections. It would not take much work, as I
would continue working on the other section and fixing
personal issues on the side. I am thinking a short term
burst of help would be great. Please contact me if you are
intrested. In JTB news, Jets to Brazil just recently
ended their Throw Down tour at the end of July. That's
it.
July 20, 2003: New host.
(www.angelfire.com/un/jetstobrazil)
Jets to Brazil Un-Official is now on the Angelfire
server, due to the file capacity amount over at the old
server, Freewebs. Nothing new to report, but I will be
adding some guitar tabs and more pictures shortly. Also I
will be posting some interviews with the band soon, as
well, as I am compiling them as we speak... erm... as I
type.
July 16, 2003: Site "opens," some
information.
Jets to Brazil UnOfficial running, somewhat.
Jets to Brazil is currently on tour in the United States
(See tour page). Jetstobrazionline.com has a new website,
and is currently being re-done. Some old news, on March
27th, NYU students walked out of class to protest the war
in Iraq, and amoung the speakers Blake Schwarzenbach gave
this speech :
(from www.jetstobrazilonline.com)
SEE HOW WE ARE *
Forgive
me if I tell you what you already know. I am not a public
speaker. I am a singer who has no song for this time. I
have used every match and cannot catch fire. I say this
with all due shock and awe:
As a citizen I enjoy more privileges than just about
anyone in the world - wonderful products wait for me in
the stores; the roads to them are clear and
well-maintained; water runs freely from the tap. I don't
think anything will happen to me while I sleep. My right
to speak and assemble is a sure thing.
The difficulty of being an American might seem
ridiculous, even envious, to someone outside this
country, who knows only the business or muzzle-end of its
stick. Better to be safely behind the hand of democracy
than within its pulping grasp.
Here every day is the same - just now birds are chirping;
a dog barks; the sun is shining on the buildings; someone
is playing a radio for its music.
It is the kind of quiet in which attuned people hear
violence, beneath this radiant thrum of calm. Where are
the tanks and bombs and bodies and havoc?
The late show hosts have pinned flags to their lapels, a
whisper of assent. They make French jokes – anything
that is not exactly there, not exactly the matter.
Everything becomes louder for what is not said. This is
the vacuum of the "Living Room War" and its
architects could not be happier.
It's like a diptych of truth and illusion: one half
Norman Rockwell, the other Hieronymus Bosch. We are
handed the Rockwell yet we perceive the Bosch. I doubt
the American imagination can exceed the reality of its
victims who are now enjoying that nightmare made flesh.
So we are told to cling to the Rockwell, that it might
come to pass.
But look at history - look at Art History! Rockwell was
exploded by Pollock, his tidy lines and white picket
fences blown to scribble and elliptical spatter; he
exists now in an old folks' home like a delusional uncle.
The dream cannot be sustained because it is without
truth: Vodka doesn't make you handsome and guns don't
make you stay hard longer. You kiss as good as you kiss.
In the end we are naked and pimply and sometimes hot.
Those with sense and feeling now lapse into sur-reality,
because the injustice seems to outweigh the beautiful
soul of the world.
We demonstrate because they have taken away language and
curated the atrocity show with ivory trinkets and heathen
caricature.
Paula Zahn is smiling, Wolf Blitzer is scowling. A
strapping male anchor has been called away from his
duties at the Sports Desk to walk NBC's topographical map
of the Middle East and explain our operations to us : he
straddles Mesopotamia with one foot in the Tigris and the
other in the Euphrates. The situation is this:
We have lost Geraldo Rivera somewhere near Tarzana. Ted
Koppel has retro-fitted his wig to suggest sand and
bravery. A retired general emerges from make-up with his
pointer, ready to articulate the finer points of our new
sterling weaponry...
A friend pointed out that if a missile can take out a
person on the 10th floor of a building, doesn't that
floor then fall through the nine below it and take down
everything above it. Did we not see the effects of
precision-guided aircraft just two years ago? Isn't each
person an integral part of the overall architecture, a
floor in the house of the world?
Michael Moore has gone too far : he has offended the
Academy by not thanking God or his agent.
We
live at such a great distance, the casual observer risks
whiplash jerking his head back and forth between the two
halves of the diptych. The images and bids for our
attention come in from all directions; so we are dazzled
and stunned and driven indoors.
And still we are fortunate to have an indoors; to not
have our homes turned inside out by missiles or be
bulldozed into concussed rubble; to not be counted as
acceptable or collateral losses, but rather as viable
citizens with working toes and fingers.
If we die, it is likely to be reported. It will warrant
space and language, a sorrowful moment in others'
thoughts: loving father, esteemed daughter, dutiful son.
Landscape gardener, Clairvoyant, Systems Analyst,
Student.
I stand here because I am having trouble enjoying my
freedoms; because we all cannot go home and wait it out,
and do not wish to get drunk and sleep it off somewhere.
I stand here because I am a singer and I cannot sing for
the silent screaming everywhere else and now in my head;
and because American babies do not shine brighter than
Iraqi or Palestinian babies; because the value of life is
given a poor rate of exchange in the world market, and
the Bank of America does not value my songs or heed those
screams calling from every corner of a dissolving world.
I am speaking when I should be singing, and we are
huddled beneath a volley of chemical and biological lies
in a torn raincoat because that is our weather -- even
now -- as Spring breaks from the throat of a newly
happened Finch; and because people are dying all the time
for the crime of having lived; because the hats have been
switched and fastened tight with solemn oaths and sworn
affadavits, the fear ratcheted up to a hysteria where
"orange" is Morse for "non-white".
The hand has been forced, players conscripted, villains
shaped and victims made, in the interests of a freedom
that cannot arrive Laser-Guided just as it cannot be
received by people who have lost their hands to the
retractable blade of our good will.
Special thanks to NYU Peace Coalition and
Students for Justice in Palestine!
*(Title from a song by X, the band)
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