• New Video!

    Hey everyone — thanks so much for coming out to our shows in Columbia last weekend. We had a blast hanging out with you and hope you had a great weekend!

    We’ve been busy in the rehearsal space practicing, but have a special treat for you. Here’s the first Capybara video, straight outta New Mexico. The song is “Birthday Song for Bridgegirl.”

  • TONIGHT: Show in COMO! Free CDs!

    Capybara is excited to announce that they will be hosting a live show tonight in Columbia, Missouri at 9:45pm CST. They have been hard at work recording and rehearsing, and are super-excited to share the music.

    They’ll be giving away free CDs, lots of hugs, and probably even more stuff. If you can’t make the show, stay tuned — they will be at the Artisan theatre soon. Check out Facebook for more details and to RSVP!

  • Capybara enjoys olives and mushrooms

    Qwest internet provider has incompetent and inconsiderate customer service. Earlier today Mark was on the phone through 7 different representatives over the course of 2 hours. If at all possible, don’t use Quest.  Qwest is to internet provider, as rotten baby bird is to change purse.

    Today we returned from Linda’s (Darin’s mom) house to the Rainbow Villa. Linda’s 3 dogs I will miss. Sunny, the Chihuahua, would greet me in the morning by licking my mouth and face.  Here at the Villa the are lots of spiders around.

    On our way from Linda’s, we stopped at Albertsons to get food. Our food decisions are to a great extent decided by which foods will get us the most Monopoly game tickets. Albertsons is currently holding a monopoly game with numerous large and small prizes. Some foods award you bonus tickets, other don’t. I wanna win so bad I can taste it. Smell it. If we don’t win, we’re nothing.

    I’ve gotta do laundry tomorrow and I’ll probably use a snuggle fresh dryer sheet in the dryer. I’m almost certain I’ll treat myself to this luxury.  Not 100% certain.


  • Let me introduce you to Martan Van Buren

    Okay, so we needed a way to get to New Mexico with all of our gear.  The only solution we could really come up with was that staple of band stereotypes: the van.  Mark, resourceful as always, took it upon himself to locate that necessary transport, that fifth Beatle, that lifeblood, that meat and potatoes of band life: the van.  How many sentences in a row can I end with: the van?  Probably more than three, but let’s leave it at three for now.

    Mark and Jared broke champagne bottles on it’s sweet beige backside before beginning its maiden voyage from Kansas City to Portland, Oregon.  They pulled up at our doorstep two days later, having braved the winds of Wyoming.  I was, to put it lightly, astounded by this machine.  The first thing I noticed was that it was huge.  The second thing I noticed was that it had an “I Love Baseball” keychain which lights up every two seconds.  It looks like the screen of a TI-83 calculator.  Mark posited that maybe Texas Instruments had a surplus of calculator screens, so they sold them to some Texas billionaire who made a fortune turning them into blinking “I Love Baseball” keychains.  Oh, and it can’t be turned off.

    The next day we packed up (no small feat) and headed south through a rainy Oregon afternoon.  Late that night we were passing through the Redwood National Forest in total awe while listening to Grizzly Bear (I insisted that Modest Mouse didn’t fit the mood of the trees.  If you disagree, fine, but keep in mind it was one of their heavier albums).  Once we passed through the forest, we hit fog.  Well, to call it fog would be a bit of an understatement.  It was more like a cement wall, except twice as opaque.  Naturally, the fog hit during my shift at the wheel.  Joel stayed awake with me to help me watch the road for other cars or obstacles while Jared and Mark slept in the back seat.  I was going, at most, 25 mph for an entire hour or two.  The fog was that impenetrable.

    About then, Joel noticed a Deer Crossing sign.  Fantastic.  Just wonderful.  I am so happy about this fact.  Now we are watching not only for the road to veer off but for huge animals to bound across said road.  Not ten minutes later, Joel manages to say “deer!” about two microseconds before I see a shape lit up by the headlights in the bottom right corner of the windshield.  BAM.  We have just hit a deer.  We have been in possession of Martin Van Buren for only three days or so and we have already hit a deer.  “Thankfully” it was a baby deer.  We were thankful for that fact solely because a larger deer would’ve done more damage.

    I slowed the car and we got out and surveyed for damage.  Unbelievably, we couldn’t find any.  We looked and looked, but could see no sign of deer-impact.  Shaken, I asked Joel to take over driving duties for a while, so that I could sit in the passenger’s seat and suffer my four simultaneous heart attacks in relative comfort.

    A few hours later we found a rather large, baby-deer-shaped dent in the side of the van.  The side!  That means that the deer actually hit us.  Our van was t-boned by a deer. It’s the only possible explanation for the dent being so far away from the hood.  We couldn’t believe it.

    A few weeks later we found a VHS copy of Cool Runnings under one of Martin Van Buren’s seats.