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A TATE ChristmasBy Glen

‘Twas Sometime Around Midnight on Christmas, in the Graveyard Near the House,
TATE’s Facebook page was quiet – not a single synth-related grouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that some show dates soon would be there.

Clad in a tour shirt, I dozed in my bed,
While The Thing About Dreams played in my head.
I imagined myself wielding Anna’s viola,
Plucking the strings out ‘neath the pergola.

All At Once in the street there arose such a clatter,
The roar of a Dope Machine the silence did shatter.
In a stupor I stumbled down from the second floor,
Swaying, braying, I burst through the door.

It was a bleary-eyed night, beneath the streetlight,
I needed a moment to take in the sight.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a poet, a singer, weighed down with gear.

The mermaid tattoo was an obvious tell,
I knew in a moment it must be Mikel.
Greedy for more, I was blinded by fame,
And I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Daren! Now, Steven! Now, Adrian and Anna!
On, roadies! On, Pete Galli! And you too, Bill Handlin!
To the top of the stage! To the top of the wall!
Not so high please Mikel – I’m afraid you will fall!”

And then, in a twinkling, I came up with a plan,
Nervousness be damned – it was Time to be a Man.
“It is most unexpected to find you out here,
Like the surprise God and Whiskey you dropped on us this year.”

“We take care of our fans,” he said with a wink,
“You should know that by now, wouldn’t you think?
On The Fifth Day of Christmas, your True Love asked me,
To give you a gift you never thought you’d see.”

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And into his guitar case, his hand he did put.
“What can I give you? Another masterpiece?
What more could you want after a double release?”

“All I Ever Wanted,” I slowly began,
“Was just one more gig for a crazed super fan.
Can you please play Poor Isaac? That song is so boss,
And if I may be so bold, how ’bout Something You Lost?”

He was cooler than cool; I was feeling unworthy,
My insides were Numb and I was getting too wordy.
But he put me at ease with a nod of his head,
He’s good with his fans; I had nothing to dread.

So I took a deep breath, “A request if I may,
A happy TATE song for the holidays?
A little less death, a little more joy,
Something appropriate for my little boy?”

He said, “Not my style; that music sounds dated,
And holiday cheer is so overrated.
I’ve tried to be sappy; I’ve tried to write kitsch,
But sometimes Christmas can make you feel like shit.”

He sprang to his bike, flashed his 7th Heaven smile,
And then he assured me, “We’ll be back in awhile.”
And I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Please don’t forget to Shazam TATE tonight!”

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A TATE ChristmasBy Glen

‘Twas Sometime Around Midnight on Christmas, in the Graveyard Near the House,
Not a creature was stirring, nor a “Where’s Noah?” grouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Dope Machines soon would be there.

The TATE fans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Airborne shows danced in their heads.
I imagined myself in Daren’s black bowler hat,
I needed a TATE fix, and I needed it STAT!

All At Once in the street there arose such a clatter,
The roar of a motorbike the silence did shatter.
In a stupor I stumbled down from the second floor,
Swaying, braying, I burst through the door.

It was a bleary-eyed night, beneath the streetlight,
I needed a moment to take in the sight.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a poet, a singer, weighed down with gear.

The bird and the mermaid, they were obvious tells,
I knew in a moment it must be Mikel.
Greedy for more, I was blinded by fame,
And I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Daren! Now, Steven! Now, Adrian and Anna!
On, Hoogie! On, Pete Galli! And you too, Bill Handlin!
To the top of the stage! To the top of the wall!
Not so high please Mikel – I’m afraid you will fall!”

And then, in a twinkling, I regained my senses,
A rare opportunity – it was time to take chances.
“It is most unexpected to find you out here,
Like the synth-heavy sounds you’re embracing this year.”

“We take care of our fans,” he said with a wink,
“You should know that by now, wouldn’t you think?
On The Fifth Day of Christmas, your True Love asked me,
To give you a gift you never thought you’d see.”

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
And into his guitar case, his hand he did put.
“What can I give you? A bird with some gore?
What more could you want after the Fillmore?”

“All I Ever Wanted,” I slowly began,
“Was just one more gig for a crazed super fan.
Can you play This is Nowhere? It’s such a great song,
But if that can’t be done, I’d settle for Wrong.”

He was cooler than cool; I was feeling unworthy,
My insides were Numb and I was getting too wordy.
But he put me at ease with a nod of his head,
He’s good with his fans; I had nothing to dread.

So I took a deep breath, “A request if I may,
A happy TATE song for the holidays?
A little less death, a little more joy,
Something appropriate for my little boy?”

He said, “Not my style; that music sounds dated,
And holiday cheer is so overrated.
I’ve tried to be sappy; I’ve tried to write kitsch,
But sometimes Christmas can make you feel like shit.”

He sprang to his bike, flashed his 7th Heaven smile,
And then he assured me, “We’ll be back in awhile.”
And I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all! Make some babies tonight!”

The Airborne Toxic Event: 12 Days of TATEmas

Words by Glen, Artwork by Shyra

On the twelfth day of TATEmas, Mikel gave to me:

twelve Euro tour dates

eleven jumping monkeys

ten concert selfies

nine singing Chens

eight white dresses

seven Twitter rants

six jilted mermaids

five golden picks

four El Gran Burritos

three dueling drummers

two angel wings

and a bloody bird in a bare tree.

As we reach the end of our 12 Days of TATEmas, I just wanted to take a moment to say a huge thank you to Shyra Taylor for the incredible amount of time, effort and talent she put into the twelve pieces we’ve given away over the past dozen days. When I first approached her with a request to illustrate the poem I had written, I had something far simpler and quicker in mind than what Shyra ultimately provided. I was blown away by each and every image she sent me as she completed the project, and from the hundreds of comments we’ve received, it’s clear that I’m far from the only one.

If you love Shyra’s work as much as I do, please check out her brand new shop on Etsy.

Thank you as well to all who’ve played along and entered the contests. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. Merry Christmas!

shyraShyra lives with her husband and two girls (dogs) deep in the heart of Texas. Every spare moment she has, she spends in her studio listening to TATE and creating mixed media pieces using personal drawings, paints, pencils, papers – you name it. She enjoys finding ways to reuse/recycle different things in her works as well as collecting objects she finds in everyday places and odd spaces alike.

Glen, Fan of The Airborne Toxic Event Glen is the founder and editor of This Is Nowhere. He’s grateful for an understanding wife and kids who indulge his silly compulsion to chase a band all over the Pacific Northwest (and occasionally beyond) every time the opportunity arises.

The Airborne Toxic Event: 12th Day of TATEmas

Words by Glen, Artwork by Shyra

On the twelfth day of TATEmas, Mikel gave to me:

twelve Euro tour dates

eleven jumping monkeys

ten concert selfies

nine singing Chens

eight white dresses

seven Twitter rants

six jilted mermaids

five golden picks

four El Gran Burritos

three dueling drummers

two angel wings

and a bloody bird in a bare tree.

The Airborne Toxic Event: 12th Day of TATEmas (detail)

This piece is 8×10″. “Each cup represents a flag from each country visited on TATE’s last Euro tour, and the background is a map of the Atlantic ocean symbolizing traveling across the pond, along with the lyrics to ‘This is London’ and an excerpt of ‘Dublin’ on the cup with the Irish flag.” Comment below to enter to win this original artwork by Shyra Taylor. We’ll announce the winner tonight at 10pm Pacific Time.

shyraShyra lives with her husband and two girls (dogs) deep in the heart of Texas. Every spare moment she has, she spends in her studio listening to TATE and creating mixed media pieces using personal drawings, paints, pencils, papers – you name it. She enjoys finding ways to reuse/recycle different things in her works as well as collecting objects she finds in everyday places and odd spaces alike.

Glen, Fan of The Airborne Toxic Event Glen is the founder and editor of This Is Nowhere. He’s grateful for an understanding wife and kids who indulge his silly compulsion to chase a band all over the Pacific Northwest (and occasionally beyond) every time the opportunity arises.

The Airborne Toxic Event: 11th Day of TATEmas

Words by Glen, Artwork by Shyra

On the eleventh day of TATEmas, Mikel gave to me:

eleven jumping monkeys

ten concert selfies

nine singing Chens

eight white dresses

seven Twitter rants

six jilted mermaids

five golden picks

four El Gran Burritos

three dueling drummers

two angel wings

and a bloody bird in a bare tree.

The Airborne Toxic Event: 11th Day of TATEmas (detail)

The Airborne Toxic Event: 11th Day of TATEmas (detail 2)

This piece is 8×10″. “A bunch of drawn monkeys that were cut out and glued on the canvas with the lyrics to ‘Moving On’ written in the background. ‘Nobody’s watching! You can all jump around like a bunch of fuckin’ monkeys!'” Comment below to enter to win this original artwork by Shyra Taylor. We’ll announce the winner tonight at 10pm Pacific Time.

shyraShyra lives with her husband and two girls (dogs) deep in the heart of Texas. Every spare moment she has, she spends in her studio listening to TATE and creating mixed media pieces using personal drawings, paints, pencils, papers – you name it. She enjoys finding ways to reuse/recycle different things in her works as well as collecting objects she finds in everyday places and odd spaces alike.

Glen, Fan of The Airborne Toxic Event Glen is the founder and editor of This Is Nowhere. He’s grateful for an understanding wife and kids who indulge his silly compulsion to chase a band all over the Pacific Northwest (and occasionally beyond) every time the opportunity arises.

The Airborne Toxic Event: 10th Day of TATEmas

Words by Glen, Artwork by Shyra

On the tenth day of TATEmas, Mikel gave to me:

ten concert selfies

nine singing Chens

eight white dresses

seven Twitter rants

six jilted mermaids

five golden picks

four El Gran Burritos

three dueling drummers

two angel wings

and a bloody bird in a bare tree.

The Airborne Toxic Event: 10th Day of TATEmas (detail)

This piece is 8×10″. “A caricature style drawing of Mikel taking a picture with fans behind him. The background contains excerpts from different TATE songs.” Comment below to enter to win this original artwork by Shyra Taylor. We’ll announce the winner tonight at 10pm Pacific Time.

shyraShyra lives with her husband and two girls (dogs) deep in the heart of Texas. Every spare moment she has, she spends in her studio listening to TATE and creating mixed media pieces using personal drawings, paints, pencils, papers – you name it. She enjoys finding ways to reuse/recycle different things in her works as well as collecting objects she finds in everyday places and odd spaces alike.

Glen, Fan of The Airborne Toxic Event Glen is the founder and editor of This Is Nowhere. He’s grateful for an understanding wife and kids who indulge his silly compulsion to chase a band all over the Pacific Northwest (and occasionally beyond) every time the opportunity arises.

The Airborne Toxic Event: 9th Day of TATEmas

Words by Glen, Artwork by Shyra

On the ninth day of TATEmas, Mikel gave to me:

nine singing Chens

eight white dresses

seven Twitter rants

six jilted mermaids

five golden picks

four El Gran Burritos

three dueling drummers

two angel wings

and a bloody bird in a bare tree.

This piece is 8×10″. “I started out drawing 9 different faces, however each face came out a little different and I just didn’t like the direction it had taken – so I drew a full body of Steven and tried to get it as close as possible and added some metal stars on the side.” Comment below to enter to win this original artwork by Shyra Taylor. We’ll announce the winner tonight at 10pm Pacific Time.

shyraShyra lives with her husband and two girls (dogs) deep in the heart of Texas. Every spare moment she has, she spends in her studio listening to TATE and creating mixed media pieces using personal drawings, paints, pencils, papers – you name it. She enjoys finding ways to reuse/recycle different things in her works as well as collecting objects she finds in everyday places and odd spaces alike.

Glen, Fan of The Airborne Toxic Event Glen is the founder and editor of This Is Nowhere. He’s grateful for an understanding wife and kids who indulge his silly compulsion to chase a band all over the Pacific Northwest (and occasionally beyond) every time the opportunity arises.