The BEST places to get “I Was Here” are Bandcamp and CDBaby as without them, I would not be available on anything. Bonus: you can access the Bandcamp offerings directly from the Listen link at the top of this page and hear FULL previews of the songs before you buy!

The EASIEST places to get it are iTunes, Amazon MP3, and Google Play, for those of you in a rush… not that I blame you.

Also, as a treat, I’ve remastered my 2009 full-length “Looking Mean and Impressive,” and added bonus lyric artwork that’s exclusively available here at Bandcamp!

That’s loads of goodies for the few and the proud loyal fans who’ve stuck with PLS for a decade! And if Brad Laner from Medicine likes the way I roll, maybe you’ll like it too, all while helping me help you keep the music flowing freely. Grab it, review it, tell your friends, pass it on!

As always, thank you from the bottom of my heart for listening; I’m glad we talked.

Auspiciously timed with Venus’s last transit across the sun in the 21st century, I Was Here is part tribute, part love story, and all PLS. Songs by Sonic Youth, Medicine, and The Breeders (with a little Joy Division for good measure) reinterpreted in the raucous and/or ethereal style Poor Little Saturday is so (in)famous for create a triptych that blurs the lines between past and present, love and loss, discord and harmony. Lifting off the party is “100%” reimagined as a raunchy rocker in f***-me pumps while staying true to Sonic Youth’s love for joyful noise. “One More” by Medicine is blended with “Dead Souls” by Joy Division like a sonic boilermaker, and hurls the listener into a sugar glass wall of sound that shatters into sweetness at the end. “Do You Love Me Now?” completes the cycle with an a cappella interpretation of The Breeders’ classic that bittersweetly swirls your whole mess back down to earth. Enjoy the ride.

Thank you to all of the artists who have inspired me along the way and continue to this day. As a solo-performed/recorded/produced, DIY EP, most costs have gone to securing mechanical and distribution rights, the vast majority of of which will go to record execs and media congloms that have lately been trying to legislate their profits into stone with SOPA, ACTA, CISPA, et cetera, and PLS finds this UNACCEPTABLE. All rights have been secured because above all else, PLS respects the artists whose songs appear on I Was Here, but after recovering these costs that skim a neat double profit from all of the artists involved, proceeds from the sales of this EP will be donated 50/50 to Sweet Relief, a charitable organization that helps ill or disabled musicians make ends meet, and the Electronic Frontier Foundation, a non-profit that defends the rights of the public to freedom of information in the digital age.

Keeping the music flowing…
PLS

LMAI did better than I thought it would.

[famous alt rock bear] said there were some “interesting sounds” on it.

I think I can do better than that.

Not now… But soon.

Now who wants snacks?

The more y’all pass on the goodies, the easier it is for me to keep makin’ em. Give up shitty music for Lent while there’s still time!

Cluck cluck cluck,
J.

Physical illness has kept the band from doing much of anything in the way of promotion. There’ve been little opportunities taken here and there – PLS helped produce a mixtape for Papa Tony, participating in a little remixing in the process. Tunited.com’s contest has been entered, and results will be announced in a few weeks. Robot Bomb Shelter, in his infinite patience and sweetness, will be working on doing a little remixing for me once he gets the stems from me.

And? I’m demoing new new songs, new old songs, and as I am feeling like a good, angsty musician, lots of lyrics.

LM&I should have come out five years ago. I’m still playing catch-up. Thanks to the locals and the remotes, however, PLS is getting up to speed. Being totally unknown and beholden to no label is liberating; liberation and laziness should be mutually exclusive.

Seriously though? I need a rest. November was a banner fuckin’ month in PLS-Land; December needs to be quiet and cozy and comfy, me on the couch reading Twitter and Facebook to make sure my people are muddling along nicely. As it turns out, some of the muddling is just muddled. One of the Kid’s Club member’s discs was fucking CRACKED. Thankfully, my mom has extra copies and can probably just drop one off to Numero Uno as she lives essentially down the street. [edit, 4/2011: Mom has yet to deliver the goods and I'm out of stock. My distribution methods need re-examining.]

I have my mother doing distribution for me. I am fucking hardCORE, people.

I’d still rather be signed to 4AD and chillaxing, but it’s more satisfying to sit back and watch the word spread.

A whole mess of people are getting their promo CDs in a few days. The second I gave those envelopes to the post office lady, my album was no longer mine. A wise man reminded me of this recently, and I’m OK with it. It’s been six years in coming, and letting go of this means the beginning of something else.

Hopefully a little sooner than last time.

To those of you just now getting here from the back of the CD sleeve: I thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving it a listen. Now, tell all of your friends and their friends and their friends and then we can all be one big shiny happy family.

Eventually, someone pinpointed its location and looked up the number. Thanks to the internet, it became a phenomenon of sorts – people would wait for days at the MPB to talk to the random people who would call; they were reaching out to random strangers the old fashioned way instead of say… here.

Eventually, the phone company decided that it was a losing proposition to have a vandalized phone booth that essentially only received calls, and tore it down. There are fan pages, petitions, and all the typical armchair activist stuff that’s endemic to the internet trying to get it back. For now, it’s gone.

Thanks to my husband for designing this FUCKIN’ AWESOME site. SRSLY. Check his fine ass portfolio out at Shayc.com.

Schizophasia is also known as “word salad” due to the tendency of sufferers to string together strange words to form their sentences. It can range from pure nonsense to poetry.

I read an article about a man suffering from schizophasia, who described his grandson’s noisiness in such terms. “He fills the room with hurricanes!” always stuck in my head as a particularly vivid example. Their speech centers use the neurons less traveled and pick related words, sometimes tangentially so, instead of the most obvious ones. Anyone who writes would kill for an on/off switch for something like that.

Sufferers probably aren’t as thrilled by it. I had mild, drug-induced expressive aphasia for nearly a year before I switched to something else. It was like always having the right word on the tip of your tongue but not quite being able to get it out. I wanted to recede into the background wherever I was just so I didn’t have to talk to anyone. It made me feel socially inept.

I wrote some of my favorite lyrics then, too.