Phind Phrogclock in the archives in May 2018, November 2016 and August 2015 (and every single month before that).
All posts by Cheer Accident
5/04. Realized. Abbey.
5/04. The Abbey. Chicago, IL.
And Then You Realize You Haven’t Left Yet
Lise Gilly- alto saxophone
Jon___?- keyboards
Alex Perkolup- bass
Jeff Libersher- guitar
Thymme Jones- drums
Palos Hills
Palos Hills
Thymme Jones- piano, vocals, trumpet, drums, moog, melodica
Angie Mead- vocals
Sophia Uddin- viola
Hannah Brock- viola
David Smith- flute
Mike Hagedorn- slide trumpet
Jeff Libersher- guitar, bass
Reid Coker- words
Mastered by Todd Rittmann
Out on these hills of frost
Where every lover goes to lie
Look what these kills have cost
Stacked up like mountains in the sky
What led you here to cross?
Who turned around and turned you out?
Above your heart
A thousand crazy cardinals
A billion stars about to crash
Along these muddy banks
The bodies stink of love and slaughter
Tangled up in rushes from the past
So show us what
You’re really made of
And torch this fucking forest into ash
The Last Biscotti
The Last Biscotti
Greg Beemster- vocals
Thymme Jones- drums, trumpet, keys, b-vox
Jeff Libersher- guitar, bass, keys, endvox
Sophia Uddin- viper bombs
Mastered by Todd Rittmann
Have the last biscotti
All you can eat
It’s the summa cum laude
Of defeat
A death so sweet
Never sees the forest
Or the trees
When the last limp body
Falls to its knees
In the dream
Have some la di da di
Down by the sea
See the sites nobody
Else can see
And soon you’ll be
A disease that flowers
Never free
To eat biscotti
Drowned in the dream
By the sea
It takes a vast imagination
On the high seas
Have a laugh with Lottie
All you can drink
And become polluted
With the stink
Of life’s mystique
And you’ll be delivered
From the fear
Of the last biscotti
Bound to the dream
By the sea
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Phind Phrogclock in the archives in May 2018, November 2016 and August 2015 (and every single month before that).
5/24/05. Cat In The Cream
5/24/05. Cat In The Cream. Oberlin, OH.
An uncomfortable dialogue, b-fly, desert song.
I guess there’s some sort of unwritten law of
the universe that goes, “if there’s a grand piano
at the venue, don’t expect to see the person playing it.”
Todd Rittmann- guitar
Andrea Faught- trumpet, b-vox, melodica
Alex Perkolup- bass
Jeff Libersher- guitar, near-trumpet, b-vox
Eorl Scholl- drums
Thymme Jones- drums, piano, vocals
This month’s Bonk
This month’s “Bonk,” this time with Teria
(and a little Thymme) on vocals.
Star Wars 2019
A few weeks ago, CHEER-ACCIDENT’s 20th album was released…
EPISODE XX
Summer Tour 2019
8/1. Louisville. Kiaju
8/2. Knoxville. The Pilot Light
8/3. Athens. TBA
8/4. Columbia, SC. Curiosity Coffee
8/5. Chapel Hill. TBA
8/6. Richmond. TBA
8/7. DC. Rhizome
8/8. Baltimore. TBA
8/9. Philly. The Rotunda.
8/10. NYC. Ceremony.
8/11. Pawtucket, RI. Machines With Magnets
8/12. Boston. ONCE
8/13. Kingston, NY. Tubby’s
8/14. Cleveland. Now That’s Class.
8/15. Indy. The Pioneer
8/16. Dayton, OH. Blind Bob’s
8/17. Chicago, IL. Martyrs’ (w/Bobby Conn and Akosuen)
RE:Entries
RE:Entries (2017)

A book by Scott Rutledge.
Foreword
In 1990, I moved from a coach house in Evanston, IL to Streamwood, which happened to be a mere five miles away from where Scott lived, in Hoffman Estates. We’d known each other for three years at this point (having met at the wedding of his sister, Milissa, and John Zerndt, an old friend, with whom I’ve lived during “Streamwood Phase I”, six years earlier). Scott and I had a potent chemistry right from the start, and this dynamic was based largely upon a penchant for finding the absurd in the present moment on one hand, and a passion for diving deeply into the philosophical on the other. During these first few years, we would occasionally spend time on the phone together… but we weren’t within the “20-minute radius”, which Scott had referred to as some kind of sweet spot, in terms of thriving-relationship-nearness, so we seldom saw one another. Well, something suddenly shifted when I made my move to a much closer suburb, landing me well within this 20-minute zone. Our time together suddenly increased exponentially. On one of our Wednesday nighttime walks through my neighborhood (a 2-year ritual that I still cherish when it enters my mind), Scott revealed to me that he had been doing a lot of writing recently. Given that I happened to have several hours’ worth of wordless melodies lying around (having spent much time singing at the piano in the past four or five years), I asked Scott if he would like to “put words into my la’s”. He quickly obliged, and rather prolific songwriting team was born.
During this time of proximity (when we both delivered pizzas at a Rosati’s in a neighboring town), our friendship evolved and flourished. This friendship was inextricably linked to the work, and we would spend hours discussing all manner of ideas, many of which ended up in the songs, and many of which did not; but the important thing was that we discovered a way of doing things, and I know that this process positively impacted the flow of every single creative endeavor which U embarked upon. It would be impossible to overemphasize the enormity of Scott’s role in terms of enabling a song’s completion (be it in the context of CHEER-ACCIDENT, Stopped Clocks or my solo work). There are literally dozens of songs that would have never come to be, had it not been for Scott’s uncanny ability to ply music with words, and albums like The Why Album, Not A Food, and Enduring The American Dream (to name just a few) would have never existed.
Suddenly, thirty years have gone by, and, while our friendship/working relationship continues to evolve, it does so at a slower rate. (We no longer reside within that “20-minute zone”, nor do we deliver pizzas together). You will find in these pages, however, that there continues to always be something brewing between us: for instance, that future CHEER-ACCIDENT album which will be unlike any other CHEER-ACCIDENT album? Of which we both have apparently fully visualized? While it would be tempting for Scott and I to simply enjoy its presence inside our respective heads, I sincerely hope that we find the time and energy to coax it into existence… because think you’ll like it as much as you’re going to like this book that you’re about to read.
Thymme Jones
Chicago, 2017
Comics Explained #6
Comics Explained #6