Dipping toes into the pressure cooker...

5 gigs in. We sweat more and more after each show. The last one we played was only to a handful of people but we were soaked by the end of it. I wonder why? Maybe because we're hungry. You know what i mean? This is it. With all the shit that gets sent our way because we choose to be in a band... It doesn't mean that we choose to be famous, that we choose to sign a record deal, or that we choose to be puppets for other people's ideas and direction... fuck no.

We just want to play. We just want to make records (great records if possible) to see if we can actually do it but there is a lot of bullshit that we don't have to be a part of it. It may have pretty lights and distract you for a while but you don't have to have it. You really DON'T. This applies to any walk of life. If all you want is 15 minutes of fame and a fat paycheck then sell out. I would do it in a heart beat if i didn't have this stupid consience and an un-natural tendancy to be idealistic and romantically moral, and i don't judge anybody who places themselves in that position. I think they are smart people, but they should be smart enough to realise that if you spread your legs, you must expect to be fucked. right?

When the record fell through with Spud it was like, great... what do we do now? But maybe now we see that the only way we're going to do this with any kinda sanity is if we do it ourselves the hard way.

But what does it all mean Basil??? It means...

(a) We're going to record again in August
(b) We're looking for the right producer
(c) ...and the right studio
(d) We're getting a plan together to do our first tour in Jan/Feb 2008

and we need to do this... like... now. Hence our diping of toes into a pressure cooker. It's getting a little hot. Maybe that's why we're sweating?