It’s done.  I can’t believe it’s done; but it’s done.  I suppose, before I say really any more than that, I should probably just let you watch it… But I’m going to talk just a little more because I don’t know what will happen to the “preview panel” of my blog if I put a link too close to the top.  See?  I’ve learned to respect my friend the internet.  The internet is a strange...

As I straight, mad chill whilst listening to my nearly-completely-mixed new EP (coming soon), I find myself enjoying a real treat that I had only recently discovered:  Pumpkin Ale.  It’s a long story and I shall tell the whole damn thing as I am generally wont to do; but first, let me give a bit of back story.  I was raised a poor… No.  Too far.  Let me fast forward through video games and all that silliness and just come...

I live in Nashville.  Nashville has a music scene.  These things should not come as a real surprise.  What you may not know (and shame on you if you don’t, as I have lovingly blogged about these folks before) is that Nashville also has itself a rather popular blog which goes by the name of “HOW DARE YOU WRITE ABOUT BANDS YOU LIKE, MOTHERFUCKER?!!!” No.  I’m sorry.  It’s actually called “STOP...

Well, my decent and good people–and also my naughty and evil fuckers–I bid you a fond hello!  I shall keep this one particularly short and it is only to give you an up of dates (or in layman’s terms, an “update”) as to the sort of activities in which I have participated over the last couple of weeks.  I am taking great pains to not end in a preposition in this sentence I am writing on. Fuck. Oh well… So...

No video games.  No movies.  No other people’s music.  No religion.  No floods or loss of dear friends or reality shows or Old Gods… Nope.  Not this time, baby.  This time, it’s all about me.  My music.  My band mates.  My new album. GWA HA HA HA!!! Wow.  It’s been a minute since I’ve gotten to tell you about some new music, hasn’t it?  Well, guess what, Oh Lovely Reader?  I’ve got new...

It’s not often that Vicki and I get to sever the hold the inter-matrix has over us; but when we do, we like to try to get out in nature a bit.  We decided that screaming children and being run over by strollers would be cool; if only we could couple that with a nice sensory experience like animal poo wafting on the cool morning air.  So where to go, where to go..? Chuck E. Cheese wasn’t open that early; so that was out.  Too...