"Its a crock pot type of album"

Above is my new favorite comment left on our myspace page. We do appreciate the continued support even though we've given you very little latley to keep your interest.


As I type Drew and Caleb are holed up in our canadian headquarters. I haven't heard from them in a week or so, I'm assuming that means they got onto a neverending riff , and thereby forgot to sleep or eat, let alone call or write. I'll give em a few more days before I call the authorities.


I am stationed in a very warm southeastern city in the United States. Every afternoon there is a fantastic thunderstorm. Our chimney leaks, as does my car. But I have no time to worry about the impending mildew in my home or vehicle, I've got work to do.



Here's a snapshot of some of my rock and roll homework:

It sorta sounds like, jugga jun jun jun jun. bohm, bere, denernener. daa na na na naa naa.

I'll report back when I get the scoop on the border destroying writing sesh.

infinite high fives,

Kathy