You know that scene in Indecent Proposal where Demi Moore is in bed, rolling around in hundred dollar bills? That was us yesterday, except with CDs. Alas, no negligees were involved. And neither was Robert Redford.
Alright, I'll admit it. That didn't happen. You know that, and I know that. But I did give it serious thought. The problem with rolling around in a bed full of CDs is that they have pointy corners and, well, it's just a little weird and gross.
But we're getting ahead of ourselves. I should mention that the LPs were late arriving yesterday, and I spent roughly five hours making laps around my living room, staring at the phone that just....wasn't.....ringing. I tried reading a little, but mostly just did that "I've been staring at this paragraph for 20 minutes and I haven't read any of it yet" thing that I do when I can't concentrate. And then, Eric over at Pirate's Press called and, because we were all being very, very impatient, we all went to pick up the CDs together. And, can I digress and just mention that Pirate's has done every printing we've ever done (buttons, posters, stickers, CDs, the short-lived birdmonster yarmukle) and that each and every one has looked better than my most optimistic hallucinations? Yes, I think I can. And yesterday was no exception. In fact, yesterday was the most marked example of this so far. When you get your presale envelope in the mail, I really recommend you open it fully prepared.
Okay. All kidding aside, we really couldn't be prouder of this thing. It's like a really precocious baby we all had, but one that never throws strained peas at us or cries all night but can do quantum math and grow muttonchops. It's like the champion of all babies. We're just very, very grateful we were able to actually do this with our hamstringed budget and the only way we were was because of plenty of folks willing to do unbelievably generous favors (Brad, Leslie, Katrina, Eric, I'm looking at you) and help us make this happen. So, thanks for the hundreth, and certainly not last time.
Now, down to brass tacks. How do you get these things? Well, if you pre-ordered, we're shipping today. All the envelopes were ready to go yesterday, but mother nature slowed down traffic and our plane, so they're out today. If you live in San Francisco, we dropped plenty off at Amoeba yesterday and there'll be more around the City shortly. If you're one of those possession-hating Buddhist types, we're on iTunes now. There's also the CD release shindig at the Mezzanine on the 19th, and, that link over there to the right as well. Sure, it's not really a pre-sale anymore, but that doesn't mean I haven't developed a taste for licking envelopes. In fact, they're rather delicious, in a bitter, hideous sort of way.
In a very non-sequitor sort of move, we're celebrating tonight by watching our hometown Golden State Warriors. I can't wait to watch their probably feeble attempt at holding a candle to the Mavericks, then their predictable choke-fest in the fourth quarter. At least I can heckle Mike Dunleavy. That never gets old.
p.s. thanks for the tickets, Pete. You're a singer and a sugardaddy, wrapped in bacon, finished with a light tomato-cream sauce.