dah dah dah da da da da dah!(in bugle)

The days have really been bumper to bumper. Kinda like when you're on zoo-train. Keep your hands in the cart and pay attention! Things have settled down a little bit. I've come to thinking that although laziness is enjoyable, that's what the years at the end of your life are for. So let us all get stroka work mentalities and start chipping away at the sculptures of ourselves. Life can be so disenchanting what with GW and job market. So in the words of Roy in the words of some other dude, "What happens when we fall off the horse." "We get back on!" So lets call in the equestrian society, Gary you can pick up the bugle, I'll come in on a clydesdale harnessed to a skid of dirty thirties(high guys, cold sytles, even PBR, all the colors of the rainbow). Erich you choreograph the *camel parade*, order is essential, and I'm not just talking about progression of age. It must be the sunshine and nicer weather that's leading me into parade/change the world talk. It sure beats darkness/lost feeling in my limbs cold.
With the forward (shameless)progression in mind I invite all to sneak on by the Subterranean this Friday night(feb4). Darling is playing at 9pm and will be Nick's chicago debut. Expect a sneaky pete appearance by GP near the end of the set. Nearly half the set are new songs(3/7).

*I'll explain the camel parade soon*