Sunday, March 08, 2009

Ohoy!
Ohoy friends and fiends,

Just a few words to let you all know that so far we have all survived our time apart!
We are now back in our practice space, a little bit fatter, a little bit braver, and very eager to each bring the results of his or her own musical fast to the all we can eat buffet table. In all honesty, when we all gathered in there for the first time in months of being everywhere but there, talking about anything but it, and doing many things but that, we found ourselves a little rusty and quite unable to express ourselves without ending up in rather upsetting discussions concerning matters such as how to distinguish Carole King from Chicago, beer from supper, and boogie woogie from John Cale. A fairly simple task in essence, a strangely excruciating one in reality.
Other than that, here is what we have accomplished since you last heard from us:
Ted has managed to successfully sell several batches of his own home made marzipan coated pastries of a kind known as "Vacuum Cleaners" to a patisserie in Stockholm. None of us saw it coming but merely learned about his endavours when the press outed him. Thank you press, now let us eat cake, Ted.
Adam has learned how to cut loose from the ney-sayers in our midst and currently personifies one giant, trembling, rockin' and rollin' YES to trying absolutely anything but cheese, mushrooms and not tearing his e-string to shreds every sixth minute.
Eric has perfected his ability to count the contents of our treasure chest, and recently was very excited to learn that he is not only allowed but encouraged to re-invent the use of his drum kit. A world of possibilities has opened up dearest Eric, best of luck to you.
Carl has forsaken his old habit of running people over with his bicycle in favour of riding it far but properly, resulting in a reassuring lack of exposed bone and muscle tissue on his arms and legs.
Aside from taking custody of a quintet of orphaned wild boarlets and thus coping with all the responsibilities of parenting a bunch of pigs, Bebban has learned that she is capable both of singing reasonably loud and executing the brilliantly abnormal exercise program she recently invented, both in her own in her own home, neither while she feels like she is being watched, and not yet simultaneously.
What about the music, you may ask?
For now, friends and fiends, our lips are sealed like mean little clams on a poor cod's tail.
But rest assured, we shall return with aces up our sleeves.
Love,
SOL