Gigs have been updated, message board seems to be working, and there’s an epic new soundboard from just last week that critics are calling “the polar opposite of tight.” But we had to put it up, because the odds of us actually remembering to plug in the tape recorder again at any point in the next four months are slim to none, and I not only managed to censor my lyrics on the fly but actually broke a 1mm pick in half (lengthwise) and bled all over my new pickup during “Blood On The Frets.” How fucking punk rock is that?

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