New record: MOON FACE

EXCUSE ME EXCUSE ME!

We have a new record for sale! It’s called MOON FACE. It is ten bootlegs plus a personal message from us. It’s available here: http://ezrafurman.bigcartel.com.

Let me explain. We have a lot of songs that don’t make it onto records. So here are some of them that we got down on tape along the road, in friends’ studios, radio performances, etc.

But the great thing about those kind of songs is how secret and personal and intimate they feel. Right? So we thought of a way to make it more personal. Literally personal. For everyone who orders a copy of Moon Face, we are recording an individual track just for you. You can tell us about yourself and we’ll tailor it more specifically to you and your little world. Or you can just see what we come up with.

Whatever happens, you will have a track from us that no one else will have. And there’s something really cool and nice about that. Plus I don’t know of any band that’s ever done that. We must really like you.

Other than that, we’ve got ten great songs that we want you to hear. Come to us, see what we’re working on, you’ll like it. Again: http://ezrafurman.bigcartel.com. See you there.

IN OTHER NEWS: Our tour, in which we go basically everywhere in the USA, starts on Tuesday. Come to a show! You’ll love it! For the tour dates: http://www.myspace.com/ezrafurman.

Love,

ezra furman & the harpoons

BANNED IN THE UK

England has a long history of messing with Americans. From taxation without representation to Hugh Grant, they’ve given us a lot to be angry about. But it still came as a bit of a shock when they deported us.

We came to London from Amsterdam, ready to play a show at the Flowerpot that night. With a promoter with the reassuring name of Jay Sensible, we suspected no trouble on the horizon. But apparently you need a work permit to play music in England. Doesn’t matter if you’re getting paid. If you want to pick up a harmonica in the United Kingdom, if you want to drum out a rhythm on your laterally inverted automobile’s dashboard, you need a work permit. Now, the normal approach to this problem is supposed to be lying. You’re supposed to just say you’re a tourist with no sense of rhythm who never sings in the shower. But we weren’t told about this stuff. So, like founding American George Washington beside the felled cherry tree, we told the truth. They sent us back to Amsterdam and canceled the show.

We’re in the arduous process of trying to make it to London to play the show tonight. Not sure if it’s going to be possible; we may have to cancel tonight’s show also. This is not the ending to our European tour we were hoping for. So we urge you to write a letter to the Queen of England asking her to apologize to us in person on national TV.

In other news, soon we will be coming back to the USA. FINALLY. And we’re going to play a lot of shows all over the place, and not cancel any of them. Want to come? You should. Fuck the UK. We’ll see you on the american highway.

love,

the boys