Everything got taken down and polished this weekend. More mp3s in the music section, way more links, a long-overdue and woefully incomplete thanks page, a few desktop wallpapers for the truly bored and a kicking, writhing little community starting up in the forums. If you’re the girl who did that pencil sketch we digitized and turned the color of antifreeze, please drop Dave a line so he can credit you and let you kick him in the shins for being such a callous, vapid mooncalf.

If you’re wondering why half the website is missing, we are too.

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?