Portland! Front and company rock Rotture this evening in PDX, with the brand new secret surprise keyboardist sitting in. Nerdcore Rising: The Movie plays at the Clinton Street Theater on the weekend of the 21st. It's like two weekends of nerdcore in a row.

Speaking of the movie and the tour intersecting, The Red Vic has got Front's hometown screening, and you can expect to see Frontalot (along with the esteemed Ms Farsad) at the Q&A on Nov 18th. He might even make it to the matinee on the 19th before hurrying over to Oakland for that night's concert.

And you must (must!) put yourself at the Knitting Factory for Frontalot's just-added LA show on the 24th. Front and Lars are finally in the big room there, and it has to be full of cheering nerdfolk in order for our favorite rappers to be rockstars forever (instead of getting jobs at the mall selling G1 phones to the last fourteen yuppies who haven't been recessionized). If your anticipation of this show burns, sate yourself with Nerdcore Rising screenings on the 21st and 22nd at the Engineering Cinemateque at Studio 1636. Reservations are urged.

YT's hometown was hospitable! But the comedy of terrors continues: the touring crew lingers now in a Denver strip mall, waiting for the nice UHAUL mechanic to come fix a dead wheel on the replacement trailer. If the Nerdcore Angels are willing, they will see you for the Portland show Saturday night.

Also, Yates stopped by the Denver show the other night and made this.

Frontalot and company accidentally exploded their van trailer yesterday outside of Minneapolis. Oops! Big apologies to the folks who wanted to see them in Lincoln... turns out it takes a whole day to deal with terrifying car crashes. Front, Lars, and YT are back in the saddle tonight for Denver's show, which will be performed in the traditional hip-hop mode (turntables) while the band bravely inches westward to rejoin the vocalists in Colorado Springs.

Front thanks you all for the well wishes. Oh, and hey: are you a top-flight funk keyboardist who is familiar with the catalog and wouldn't mind hopping on board for the next four weeks? The one who had been touring with Frontalot (a friendly Ukrainian with wild hair called NPR) has decided that he can never set foot in a van again, and fled back to new york late last night, leaving our boys in a bit of a pickle. Send resumes to mc@frontalot.com.