Today promises to be the slowest day in the history of recorded time. We're all like little kids on Christmas eve---except that two of us are Jewish and one of us might as well be---but, I'm going to stick with the analogy nonetheless. And let me tell you: Santa is taking his sweet-ass time. We've reached that throughly exciting and totally painful day-before stage, where all you can do is think about tomorrow and hope that you don't daydream yourself in front of oncoming traffic.
The nice thing is that this weekend was chock full of birdmonster goodness. For starters, it was Zach's birthday and we got invited to accompany him & his folks out for Burmese food Sunday afternoon. Let me suggest this: Walnut shrimp for President, 2008. We even got to eat around a Lazy Susan, which ranks up there with the umbrella, the fork, and the printing press in the pantheon of perfect inventions. Zach got a kid's book full of mean-ass flying dinosaurs (each of which proving the age old adage: don't fuck with a birdmonster) and a 5 gallon jug of spicy New York pickles. So thanks to Toni & Terry for a feeding a bunch of poor schlubs. We're much obliged.
Yesterday also saw the unveiling of the new website. The address is the same, but we're updating the content and now you don't have to navigate the spinning menu of death and dismemberment. Granted, I loved that spinny thing, but some of you, well, I know your feelings. Browse around, enjoy, and let us know what you think. We value brutal honesty, so long as it's positive, and if you hate it, we'd prefer a shameless lie about how much you love it. Thanks.
And then, there was our Live 105 performance. We received some really nice feedback afterwards and even a few extra presales (which tomorrow, cease being "presales" and can actually be called "salesales"), so, obviously, we appreciate that. For those that didn't catch it, we did an acoustic version of Ice Age, complete with a cello, a banjo, and a tamborine I was stomping on that nobody heard. My roomie Josh taped it for us and, even laden with FM static, we were really pleased with how it sounded. The radio gods told us we'd be getting a static-free, digital copy of it, which, when we do, we'll be sharing it with one and all, gratis. They also invited us to play BFD---which stands for Big Fucking Deal as long as you don't tell the FCC---this June, to which we said, well: sure thing gents. Although none of the other bands have been announced, I'm crossing my fingers for Stryper. Cross yours with me.