So sometime last week, I clawed my way out from underneath the mountain of blankets I've layered my bed with during the winter with alarm clocks screeching sweetly in my ears. I pawed blindly among the detritus on my nightstand for the snooze button and was promptly bitten by a stray pushpin hiding behind last week's paystub. "YAOW!" I howled, jerking my punctured finger back to my lips. The recoil from doing so, however, promptly propelled me onto the floor with a THUD and a long, exasperated groan. (I am the expert at getting up on the right side of the bed, you see.) While I laid there, finger pounding along with the fresh egg swelling on my head, I happened to glance at the calendar and suddenly my pain faded with the realization that it was late February! Had I really been sleeping for...six weeks? No wonder I smelled so bad! And that concentration-camp, hangdog look in the mirror? Easy to explain. But I see that all of you have been waiting here expectantly for news from the front, and I, poor reporter, have given you none. Let your hunger now be satiated! I bring manna from City Market! And Schlitz, too!
Silliness aside, we've been resting after a couple of eventful months in Mirrorland. That big back-East trip took the gumption right out of us for awhile. (Fruitcake gives a fella the worst kind of indigestion imaginable.) But we did see all the prerequisite people and dispense with many frivolous dollars - well, at least I did. January brought a good string of gigs here in Cortez, Montrose, Telluride, and other places where people slipped me funny drinks and I woke up in bathtubs full of ice with missing internal organs. But who needs those, anyways? Now that I've got my nth dimensional dialysis machine hooked up, I can't even remember what it was like to have kidneys....
but yes, February was fun. Very fun. We ate some tasty treats, caroused with loose women, lost ten thousand dollars in penny stocks, and started the long and laborious process of recording our first album. Booyah, says I. The principal rhythm tracks are complete and Willis and I are hunkering down in our super-secret headquarters in the earth's core to finish guitars and vocals and accordions and murderous screams in the night. With any luck, you'll see this baby drop hot and fresh sometime near the end of the month. And how! World peace will instantly be achieved. The lame will walk and the blind will see. Yada, yada, earthshaking buildup to doubtful promise of lifechanging bliss...you think you've heard it all before. But NO - you haven't. Trust me.
We hope you are all well and thriving and whatnot, and look forward to seeing you on the road these next few months! We'll start a new cycle of reviews soon, too...I've got some hot fresh po....er, opinions, OPINIONS, to drop on ya'll soon. Til next we meet, dearies...
bass player from eastern hell under-the-stairs
Silliness aside, we've been resting after a couple of eventful months in Mirrorland. That big back-East trip took the gumption right out of us for awhile. (Fruitcake gives a fella the worst kind of indigestion imaginable.) But we did see all the prerequisite people and dispense with many frivolous dollars - well, at least I did. January brought a good string of gigs here in Cortez, Montrose, Telluride, and other places where people slipped me funny drinks and I woke up in bathtubs full of ice with missing internal organs. But who needs those, anyways? Now that I've got my nth dimensional dialysis machine hooked up, I can't even remember what it was like to have kidneys....
but yes, February was fun. Very fun. We ate some tasty treats, caroused with loose women, lost ten thousand dollars in penny stocks, and started the long and laborious process of recording our first album. Booyah, says I. The principal rhythm tracks are complete and Willis and I are hunkering down in our super-secret headquarters in the earth's core to finish guitars and vocals and accordions and murderous screams in the night. With any luck, you'll see this baby drop hot and fresh sometime near the end of the month. And how! World peace will instantly be achieved. The lame will walk and the blind will see. Yada, yada, earthshaking buildup to doubtful promise of lifechanging bliss...you think you've heard it all before. But NO - you haven't. Trust me.
We hope you are all well and thriving and whatnot, and look forward to seeing you on the road these next few months! We'll start a new cycle of reviews soon, too...I've got some hot fresh po....er, opinions, OPINIONS, to drop on ya'll soon. Til next we meet, dearies...
bass player from eastern hell under-the-stairs
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