Dear Reader,

In a rather zealous attempt to make up for lost time, the seven members of Typhoon still committed the inadvisable pipe dream of professional rock and roll set out on a three-month-long tour that wasn’t so much tour as it was Icelandic saga; brief parts were actually staged in Iceland, all parts traded in the currency of epics: struggle, desperation and yes, my dear reader, a small measure of triumph.

The cast of characters will be mostly familiar to you: Alexander “Young, Dope & Proud” Fitch, David “He’ll Have What He’s Having” Hall, Pieter “Gimme Data” Hilton, Shannon “Arms of” Steele, Tobias “Too Scary” Tanabe, Tyler “All’s” Ferrin (“Love ’n’ War”) and, of course, your man at the keyboard. It would also be my great pleasure to introduce here the inimitable Matthew Walter Weatherman—a merchman unparalleled in his field—and the inscrutable Ethan Pierce— finest tour manager/sound engineer/travel agent the world over.

This scrappy collection of degenerates—of which I am not the least scrappy—spent six weeks together traveling the length and breadth of the contiguous United States and parts of Canada, exposing nineteen states, two provinces and the District of Columbia to our signature brand of death-affirming indie-rock. Then—wanderlust, once contracted, has no cure—we exported the show to Europe.

I intend to tell you everything. All in good time.

This is just a note to say we made it home safely and more or less spiritually intact and—suckers for punishment that we are—we’ll be going back out in June to play cities we missed the first time around. If you or someone you know lives in the general vicinity of Burlington, Montreal, Other Portland, Hamden, Pittsburgh, Baltimore, Asheville, Richmond, Cleveland, Louisville, Cincinnati, St. Louis, Kansas City, Dallas or Houston, just hang tight, we're coming.

Yr pal,

K 4.24.18