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[Let’s Just Call It ‘Smell Ya Later’.]

Hey. Yeah. I know. Let’s move on.

After what seems like a blissful eternity, our own Shaylah Kloska, friend to man and animal, has decided to step down from her post as Chaperone’s most talented and well-loved member.

It’s with a heavy, yet happy heart that we tell her here, in the public forum of the internet, that we love her with the entirety of our being. From heel to head. Stem to stern. Root Chakra to whatever the topmost Chakra is. Shaylah, you’ve been an inspiration and we are going to miss you desperately.

Please join all of us in saying ‘so long, farewell, etc…’ to Shaylah (and the current incarnation of Chaperone) at The Beat Kitchen on January 28th, which is also, coincidentally, Shaylah’s birthday. Presents are encouraged. As is cake.

Tickets are available at The Beat Kitchen’s website, and all of your friends are invited. Even the one with the eyepatch.

This is going to be one for the books.


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[In Which Love Will Keep Us Together.]

The autumn is upon us, which means it’s time to pull on your sweaters, turn your iPods to Yo La Tengo, and join Chaperone at the Double Door on September 17th.

That’s right, on Saturday, we will be playing with noted (yet not convicted) ladykillers Archie Powell and the Exports, as well as the dazzling Singing in the Avery, and the exemplary Bright Light Social Hour.  The show starts at eight, and may be your last chance to catch Archie and the Gang for a while.  So, put on a sensible scarf and join us at the Double Door.

Here’s the link: http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?eid=260403560655168

We will see you there, or we will never, ever speak to you again,

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[Come See The Band Alternately Described as “Fun!” and “Chaperone!”]

As I sit here in my bedroom (or, as it’s more commonly known, my apartment), watching M*A*S*H on mute while listening to Destroyer records, I’m struck by the fact that, in this world, few things are guaranteed.  The sun rises and sets, the tides wax and wane, Alan Alda is perpetually handsome, my cats vomit on dry-clean only clothes; but, short of that, we are promised very little.  We, here in Chaperone, are aiming to change that.

We’d like to promise you a good time (not necessarily in a sexy way).

At every show, through every song, with every broken string and missed cue, we’d like to make sure that you feel the same degree of joy that we do, the self-same extraordinary amount.

Come put our promise to the test at one of the eighteen-thousand shows we’re playing this April, the first of which is taking place at The Beat Kitchen on April 9th with blackgrass superheroes O’Death.

Be there so we can shower you with affection and admiration.

Thou art our joy,


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[In which we gladly take a backseat to our friends and compatriots.]

There is something to be said for revelation, for those moments of import, both out-sized and minuscule, in which your perception changes.  This weekend provided several of those moments, and they were all a pleasure.

For those who don’t know (which, given my typical lack of updating, may be most of you), Chaperone had the pleasure of spending this weekend on the road, playing in Milwaukee, Dubuque and Madison.  Two of these shows were spent in the pleasant company of our dear friends Dastardly.

Let me say this, let this be known, Dastardly is incredible.  And they only continue to grow in both talent and my estimation.  It’s hard for me to express the very distinct joy I have in being upstaged nightly by these adorable ragamuffins.  It is a joy that you can share if you’re able to make it to their CD release show this coming Thursday, and one you can enjoy daily if you purchase one of said CDs.

Trust me, this EP is the beginning of something huge.  I do not say this lightly or in jest.

To reiterate, Dastardly = Too Damn Good, and inspire me to work harder, and, for that, they have my gratitude.

Other revelations were less earth-shattering, certainly, but, in the interest of full disclosure, I’ll share them with you:

  • Couches are not always more comfortable than floors.
  • A stripped down Jon Drake and the Shakes is equally as impressive as the fully Shaked Drake.
  • Eating nothing but cheese and bread for three days straight is not nearly as appealing a concept as it sounds.
  • Dancing with oneself may suit Billy Idol, but I’d much prefer dancing with Shaylah, Mark and the obscenely cute cocktail waitress at the Busted Lift.
  • The kindness on display in every single town we stop at is an affirmation of humanity’s decency, it is refreshing.  Heartening.  Beautiful.  All of you (Dastardly, JD+TS, Pioneer, Jackie, Arielle, Alec, Wendy, Paul, and on and on and on), please, never change.  You are what makes this worth doing.  Well, you and the complimentary robes at Dubuque’s Hotel Julien.

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[In which I, briefly, get overly earnest.]

Regardless of your political beliefs, I think we can all stand behind the idea that voting is a vital civic duty and that suffrage is one of the most beautiful and important privileges granted by this country.  Please, make the most of it and head to your nearest polling place today.

Also, regardless of your political beliefs, I think we can all agree that this guy is a complete dickburger.


With hearts embiggened,




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[You’re right.  It’s been far too long.]

I am a man who’s made mistakes.  Some small (“why, yes, I’d love to try a sip of your Mad Dog 20/20”), some brobdingnagian (“$140,000 dollars in student debt?  Sounds good, so long as I can use some of the cash irresponsibly and buy all seven seasons of the Gilmore Girls on DVD”).

However, there are few I things regret more than losing contact with you, darling, especially since we have oh so much to discuss.


-Chaperone will be playing in Milwaukee this Friday.  As per usual, we’ll be in the loving arms of Frank’s Powerplant.  Joining us will be Dylan Kloska (nepotism: not just for the monarchy anymore), Derek Dunn of the .357 String Band and The Highlonesome .

Clearly, this show is going to be a raucous, jug-blowing affair.  Bonus points, Tierney Irizarry will be there.  Flame on.


We are now less than a month away from our E.P. release party, in which we, along with Dastardly and Elephant Gun, will create a dance party so viciously uninhibited, Saint Vitus himself will weep.

Mark it: On October 14th, we’re gonna party like it’s 1857 and the last military Shogunate of Japan has just stepped down, reestablishing a civilian government.  Ain’t no party like a “Farewell to Tokugawa” party ’cause a “Farewell to Tokugawa” party places its faith in the glorious emperor.  Just ask James Clavell.

However, we can’t do it without your beautiful bodies and beaming faces.  So, please, head here for tickets.



Irregular updates to follow.

When a woman loves, she loves for real,


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[I Never Make Plans That Far Ahead.]

It’s one of the sad facts of our lives that we are, eternally, a band of last minute plans.  From our sordid personal lives to our ill-fated and poorly reviewed Improvised Space Jazz Oddessy (“Future Prog 2025”), Chaperone is a bunch of ill-planned (and, for at least one of us, illiterate) ne’er-do-wells.

However, on occasion, our complete lack of foresight pays off.  Wednesday, July 21st, is one of those ocassions.

Due to the manipulations of “The World’s Sexiest Vegetarian” (up yours, Olivia Wilde!) Greta Morgan, Chaperone will be playing at the Beat Kitchen on the 21st.  Doors at 8PM.  Michael Runion headlines.  Fun will ensue. 

So, please, drop whatever you’re doing on Wednesday and pick up a tamborine.  Because, frankly, we can’t do this without you.


[Never reference a great movie in the middle of your crappy blog,]

-Miles + Chaperone

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