New Year
Oh New Year, how I love you. What promise you bring. Despite your immense unpopularity with most Americans because of the looming misery projected by the newsmedia, I still love you. Maybe 'cause I like the impending chaos and unpredictability and unemployment. Maybe I see this time as a period of leveling the overinflated and the underpriveleged. Maybe I just thought '08 was so shit that anything could top it. In all cases, I'm still happy to be where I am, which is on the verge.
I'll post my new songs up shortly. Basically what you have heard so far is the bones of a record that I want done and in your earholes in several months. In your earholes, baby.
Big wet chapsticky kisses.