I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it.

     Nearly two weeks back from tour and I'm already going through the withdrawals. Our west coast tour was more than satisfactory, despite the onslaught of snags we endured in almost every city. We also said goodbye to Brian, whose adventures led him east into Minnesota, where he's pursuing a doctorate in psychology.
     So as we lie low, we are scratching at the dirt and running our fingers through our hair as we circulate ourselves back into the real world (at least for the time being) and reflect on all the obstacles we overcame to make last month's tour possible as well as all the rewards and new friends we made along the way.
     We are taking July and August off to teach a friend bass, write our way into corners and scheme through the rest of this year and most of next. We'll be back for a couple shows at the end of august/beginning of September, starting with Punk is Dead Fest out in Lancaster.
While you're waiting, just stare into this image that is a window to the abysmal plain of sheer horror.

David Bowie's Changes...

...is playing softly in the background as we step out of the limelight for a while to gather our strength and compose some new tunes for the album, along with several other things that we will be changing in the plagueslife.

I'll keep you posted. Until then, I need my damn sleep.