There’s so much pressure to write something epic here at the conclusion of our first nationwide tour, but I for one am way too lazy, so maybe Misha or Kolsky will rise to the occasion. We’re all still kind of meandering toward our separate hometowns, having divvied up the luggage and patted each other on the back and said “great tour, man” not two days ago.

And it really was a great tour. Not because we were good performers or even remotely worth watching, but because it actually wound up happening. I can’t believe we got to meet so many of you, the Crazed Internet Fans, in relatively non-threatening environments. I can’t believe so many people paid attention to what we were doing onstage and actually took the time to seek us out and say hi.

We’re taking a bit of a break over the next few weeks, having been all up in each other’s grills for the past three and a half months, but we’ll still be keeping up correspondence and leaking new MP3s like they were barrels of Exxon crude. We once again applaud your patience and promise that we really have written some new songs since January 2001, and anyone who wants to will be able to hear them soon.

So thanks again to every one of you for helping make the LLC possible and continuing to support us in even our most ill-advised endeavors. It’s been a great trip, and we’ll see you all again in the spring.

Cheers,

Dave

My God, where to begin? We’ve been in the middle of the country for so long, I forget that both time and space get exponentially denser once you hit the Eastern Seaboard. After a much-needed bye week, we’re back on the road and it already feels like a new tour. We’re back in the land of Places We Played Before, having re-hit Fisher College for reasons that still remain unclear and currently riding out our collective post-show adrenaline rush in our friend’s room here at Rensselaer Polytechnic.

There is no way in the world I can even begin to summarize the last week and a half of our lives. All I can really say at this point is:

1. I finally got to live out my dream of being a We Are Scientist tonight by accompanying the one and only Keith Murray on baritone guitar, and

2. Meryl from LeMoyne College threatened to let the air out of our tires if I didn’t mention her in the road notes.

Well, there goes the fucking neighborhood. I’ll be in Canada if anybody needs me before 2004.