So thats the title of the new record, which is being mixed right now.
We should have it available for downloads in a month or so,
and hopefully hard copies in april (or sooner).
That is all for now. I'm too tired and I have a cold sore.

So who would've known that all this DIY was so hard? Man the Eagles and Bread and Kiss? Those douchbags had it made. I'll bet those guys never even had to lift the straw to their own noses. While all the while were down here workin our asses off like a bunch of suckers. We have to write songs,without the help of Desmond Child ( damn near impossible) Design and print all the T-shirts, without the help of Affliction Clothing ( thats why our shirts aren't cool lookin man blouses) Book all the shows, without the help of Ticketmaster ( thats why all the shows are usually only 5 to 7 dollars) how you gonna get rich of that? Drive to the shows and set up (without union roadies) hard. Then do the only thing that makes it all worth while...drink. and oh yeah play the show, and finally drive home drunk and argue with each other (all without our very own full time moderator and psych, thank you) So if you never come out to another show, we understand.... It's hard ass work.

You never play all ages shows! What's the problem with you assholes? I've got a child or two I wanna ruin and who better to do it? It's always 21 and over with you dicks. You guys act like your some exotic forbidden fruit available only to those human beings that have been resiliant enough to survive 21 hard years on this crusty earth. Well this is where I draw the line. If you douchebags aint' at Lyran Park on Saturday, then you fuckers can suck it. I'm bringing all 12 of my kids, 3 dogs and my snake to see you idiots. You better be in tune. You better be on time. And you better be fuckin nice to my kids.

So, we are working on a new record. Or should I say a new bunch of mp3s and downloads, since nobody is just that into listening to 10 whole songs all in a row these days. I mean come on. Whatever happened to attention spans? I remember the time I listened to REO Speedwagons Hi Infedility from front to back, and hey is that a blue jay. Man, those are great birds. So if you get a chance to come out to Spicolis on Saturday I highly recomend it. And the Coconut Louis aint half bad, wow, thats a nice breeze comin in from my window. Aint the weather this time of year just, I really do need some new shoes. Maybe a pair of Crocs would give me the support and comfort I so desire in footware. Then again, what do I know?

FUUUUCK!!! Seriously?!.. Seriously? Well we cannot afford to catch anymore life threatening illnesses. I've got herpes, Mavis has the shimmey shakes, and Hilly has,... well Hilly has everything, but swine flu. And Todd? Well Todds got white buffalo fever. So if your up to taking a risk, try and see one of our quarantined shows in the epicenter of the great plague. I'm on a Zpack for strep throat which made me think that would be a good name for one of you aspiring rappers out there. Then I found out that Tamiflu is what you take if you do have the swine. And doesnt Zpac and Tamiflu sound like a hot rap/r&b couple? So imagine how dissapointed I was when I found out the Zpac assaulted Tamiflu on there way to the world health organization awards show on nickleodion. I'm sure they will get back together. Or at least I can hope.... On a serious note,our Sons Of Many Bitches show with David Allen Coe went great. Who would have thought that an outlaw country crowd would like an outlaw country cover band. Weird...

This winter has not been kind to us my friends. First of all the flu went thru the compound like a cholera epidemic, sickening us all. Then Mavis broke one of his good hands in an epic battle with a door that proved to be a quite formidable opponent.
And like an act of an angry god (insert your own choice of god here) our beloved van was struck down at 3:30a.m. on the way back home from The Silver Dollar Cantina. Galena is a lonely town when the sun goes down. We figured a show that good had to come with a downside....and it did. Then the cold weather people, My God the weather. So, it makes us proud to announce; Old man winter is a pussy. We have survived his wrath and are welcoming spring like a moist young sprite awaiting the tender touch of her long lost civil war soldier beau. We have bought a new transpotation device and have christened thee "prison van 2000" so we will  be racking up the miles. And we have some new jingles we've been trying out on the friends and judging from the wonderful response from Spicolis on Saturday, they aren't half bad. So we are healed and ready to continue our door to door rocking.

New plan. We are taking out a ridiculous 20 year term life insurance plan on Ol' Hilly. We figure he's got maybe 5 years left. See we looked at the statistics, and Hilly is so far ahead in our race to the grave, that we can't even begin to catch him. We are going to be some rich, crying guys at the funeral. But if there is one thing money can do, it is sooth the grief of a dead friend. So heres where you come in. We need you to get him hammered, bring him fatty foods, buy him some smokes, and fill him full of blow. Now the policy will not cover an overdose so be careful how much and what you give him exactly. Do not screw this up for us. We have no 401k or pension plan in rock n roll. It's this or male prostitutes. And have you seen how ugly we are naked? So... do your part and get out to a show and help us kill Hilly. Thanks. Oh and the chant goes like this...lets kill hilly. lets kill hilly. lets kill hilly....

Unfortunatly the Reverb in Cedar Falls is no more. It crawled underneath the porch and died with a whimper. She will be missed. Not even an Old Yeller, take it out back and put a bullet in its head, proper ending. But like a litter of new puppies Spicolis has warmed our grief filled hearts. The show with our great friends Nil8, and 8 Found Dead there was fantastic on Saturday. Even with the economy being in the shitter, those good people of Iowa came out there and got us dee-runk. And as for Halloween in Dubuque; well, you people know how to show a group of simple Amish folks how to get all rumspringa on our asses.
thanks to all for a wonderful holiday weekend. see ya soon.

   I don't think that this country band of ours is very well liked. In fact, I'm sure of it. So from this day forward, we are starting a Broadway showtunes band. Either that or I'm starting a Hindu Bollywood movie cover band. Sitar is a bitch, man. So, Hilly is tying a bloody rag to his head and playing the ballad of 1812 on a reed flute. Tony is working on looking exactly like Charlie Day. Todd's trying to rectify the collision of his two lives; Soccer mom/old crusty punk. And Dave is whipping Madden 06, 108 to 14 on the rookie level. So, nothing has changed in the few weeks since I last wrote. And I would have written sooner if this Sitar wasnt so hard to just get in tune. We are going to be at the Silver Dollar on Halloween (see praise of club in my boy cheesecake thread) Spiccolis on Saturday for their anniversary show and that damn country band on Wednesday at Kryptonite. Look here. I finally updated this godforsaken website, so the least you can do is come out to a show and massage my sore little carpel tunnel arms. Geez....

The folks in Minneapolis have very thick skins, and robust livers. They can take a joke and drink us under the table. God bless them all. Even though there is no God to help them build a decent bridge. You try driving around that city drunk when the main crossing is closed. It's a DUI waiting to happen. Ive been getting alot of shit for not keeping up on this intro page.  So fuck you Jamie Connely! Maybe you should do some work at your job instead of stalking us thru your computer. I know that you only have so many johns to fill your mouth, but you could spend the down time cookin up those rocks you sell yourself for. Eau Claire was real pretty this time of year. Schools back in, the leaves are changing and the schoolgirls are so drunk they take there shirts off and make me wear them. I think I will only wear a blouse from now on. I looked hot!

We rode the shortest, steepest railroad in the U.S. on Saturday. It was a two dollar adventure I couldn't pass up. Unfortunately, Todd had a panic attack at the top and had to be carried down by a large, heavy set, sweetly retarded manboy we met at the coffee shop. He was sittin at a table all alone, with his radio, petting a stuffed pig, and eatin a piece of cheescake. Thank God for him and his amazing retard strength or we would have missed the best club in Dubuque. It was like Sloth from the Goonies helping that scared little fat kid, Chunk down the side of a mountain. The Silver Dollar cantina is so clean and new that no one has even puked in the bathrooms yet.The food was great, the staff were beautiful, and the crowd was racous. Just like that treasure that those fuckin' Goonies brats found. Lovely I say! Lovely!