OK, it’s becoming apparent that we have a serious problem keeping this thing up to date. I’ll go ahead and take full responsibility for that.

However: this is only because SWLLC is working 36 hours a day to bring you a better, shapelier tomorrow. Truly. And we try not to talk about this tomorrow until we’re 100% sure it’s actually going to be tomorrow’s today, rather than simply yesterday’s tomorrow.

So that’s why we are only now telling you that there’s going to be a music video shoot this coming Saturday (6/19/04), and anyone who wants to be an extra is more than welcome to come down and do so. Details here.

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UPDATE – 6/21/04 : Huge thanks to everyone who showed up for this – we actually managed to get the whole thing shot in one day, and our fearless crew is now editing it down from three hundred and ninety-six minutes to four. We should have something to show you soon.

Hi guys. It’s been a quiet couple of months around here, hasn’t it? Eerily quiet, as if a great storm has been brewing somewhere just past the horizon. As if any second now your pets are going to start freaking out, and everybody’s going to dive for cover, having just enough time to seal the cellar door before hail, thunder, and screaming fiery blood-locusts come a-raining down from the heavens, laying waste to Tom’s Feed Store, Chucko Canyon, and pretty much everything in sight.

Well, it is with great pleasure that we stand before you today, finally able to share with you just what it is exactly that we’ve been doing back here since, you know, February.

That’s Teddy Roosevelt. If you click on his face, your computer will start downloading a two minute preview of our new album, which should be hitting the shelves sometime around August.

Tantalizing, no? Stay tuned, things are about to get a lot more exciting around here. Honest.

On the road again, visiting friends and family in the land of the mid-day sun. High-fived Misha in C-town and played a quick show before driving to San Francisco, where brunch is served until 5pm and the bearded guy buying marijuana in the back of the store is probably doing so legally.

Then a whole lot of things happened, and then nothing happened, and now I’m less than two days away from the closest thing I have to an actual home right now – the green and bountiful Pacific Northwest, onetime home of the dotcom, grunge, and anti-WTO revolutions, as well as Bob Packwood, Tonya Harding, spotted owls and myself.

After which I’m getting on a plane and doing everything over again. I wonder if my dog even recognizes me anymore.