December 24th, 2005:

Mustachio was rad. Thanks to all you mustachioed boys and girls who made it out.

Happy Holdays...we're all gonna die!

December 5th, 2005:

I am a MONUMENTAL TOOL. Take my word for it and by my dumb ass a drink next time you see me.

In other news we have finished recording Super Fucked, Big Drunk. That puts us at a whopping 70% complete on the Double EP! I am not one to toot our own horn but I think it sounds rad. I'll put a sneak peak up on the site here in a bit.

Here are our weekend practice scores for those of you who are playing at home in the Me-Thinks Fantasy Band contest:

Will -      

Marlin -  

Ray -      

November 11th, 2005:

Check out our sweet contract from the kind folks at our record label - Indian Casino Records right here. I think we got a good deal...at least it's better than Ronnie Milsap's

November 9th, 2005:

The birth of Indian Casino Records.

I'm pleased to announce that BCB Enterprises has funded the creation of Indian Casino Records and The Me-Thinks double EP. It seems there was a terrible loss incurred from an investment in Franklin Mint Vivian Vance collector plates so the news comes with relief. I was forwarded an email exchange between two of the heads of BCB that included the inspiring news:

"This has been the poorest year since the plague hit our shores financially for BCB but we must forge ahead into the deepest waters of debt as that is where the leviathan dwells and when we find it we shall dance the merriest of dances and drink the finest of ales."

Look for the official contract in the coming days.

October 27th, 2005:

IMPORTANT BUSINESS VENTURE NEWS BULLETIN:

The Me-Thinks have partnered up with venture capitalists BCB Investments, Inc., to bring you the latest in lame fashion, music, music equipment and starting next spring...Booze. We are proud to bring you "Lame Topic".

Yes kids, it's true. Now you can dress, listen to, sound and yes in spring 2006, drink just like your favorite half-assed/fully loaded mediocre rock band from the crown jewel of the Quad Cities...The Me-Thinks. Lame Topic will not only carry a full line Tube Amplification, (Sorry NO solid state!) Gibson Guitars, Smoke Machines, Music that doesn't suck on Vinyl, Beer, Whiskys and Tequilas but will also carry our new line of Belly Inserts for that "Full Sized" look and the much talked about Beard Growing Kits.

We won't mention that other similar store, mostly because we like to spend what little cash we make on Conjoined Midget Transsexual Hookers (Robin / Terry see you Friday!) and Booze, not lawyers (what's up KISS). But I assure you, you will not be able to find any white belts anywhere at Lame Topic. There will be no t-shirts with witty sayings on them such as "I Love Poetry and Poking Dead Things" or "I'm a Sucker for Guys in Eyeliner". No Sir! You will also not be able to buy any guys clothes in sizes smaller than Large. No confusing Vintage (not for fat guys) sizing!

So look for a Lame Topic nowhere near you unless you live off Broadway in Haltom City over by Smiley's Corner.

October 13th, 2005:

Friends, Haltom City-ites, Countrymen,
Thanks for tuning into the Good Show last Sunday night for some live buffoonery and drunken revelry. You can even download or stream an MP3 of the whole show on the good show site. Good Show / Good Times. If you missed it, then you sir, are Nancy and deserve a fucking good kicking.

Now for the bad news,
It saddens me to inform you all of the passing of one of our dear friends. Boo was born in Soddy Daisy, Tennessee on January 10th, 1995. She enjoyed dressing like her favorite music hero Ted Nugent from the shockingly shitty Damn Yankees era and cranking up some Roxy Music and Flaming Lips to sing along to. Boo did manage to fool her humans into cooking her not one, but two breakfasts before taking off to the big buffet in the sky. She had many friends and will be missed. Rest in Peace sweet Boo. You were too smart for your own good.

October 7th, 2005:

Hey you fucking Nancies!...it's time for another exciting round of what are the Me-Thinks Listening to. This portion of our website is brought to you by Dogfish Head Ales, Sundazed Music and Modern Drunkard Magazine.

Now on to the list. (I gotta warn you it's a bit of a shocker for the winners of Fort Worths best "Hard Rock" band.)...

What the Me-Thinks are listening to this week:

• Thee Shams - Sign the Line
• The Jam - In the City
• Roxy Music - Country Life
• Turbonegro - Ass Cobra
• Tom Waits - Mule Variations
• Porn - Wine, Women and Song
• Turbonegro - Party Animals
• Dokken - Best Of Dokken (jesus Marlin!)
• The Misfits - Static Age

There you go kiddies...that's the list. Grab a drink and chug-a-lug, have some sex and take some drugs.

October 4th, 2005:

We are going to be on the radio on Sunday night at around 10:30 on KTCU the Choice 88.7. Tune in for some Me-Thinks tomfoolery and shenanagans. We don't really do acoustic sets because that would be fucking terrible, but we will be playing some of our rough mixed songs from our upcoming Double EP and maybe even spinning some of our favorite records if they let us.

The Asian Media Crew might even join us for their eastern point of view on our shitty band.

In other Me-Thinks news, Marlin got drunk and puked out the window of my truck on the way home from practice the other night. He has been being a good boy lately since the birth of the Baby Marlon so he really deserved to get shit-canned drunk and puke out the window. Cheers to you my fine bearded friend.

Other bands have often asked us how we are able to get so wasted when we play live and still sound about a quarter decent. The answer my friends... Practice Wasted! (see above paragraph)...Acclamazioni Bitches!

September 21st, 2005:

Fucking Partyboy! He showed up on Friday night at our jam and got me so drunk I was slurring. That doesn't happen all that much. Not that I am some macho-ass who can "hold my liquor"...I can't. It's just that I usually don't have enough liquor/money to get me slurring so it's not that big of a concern.

Partyboy showed up with a bottle of Hussong's tequila and his famous Tequila bong and proceeded to get me shit-tastically wasted. I think I played OK, but as far as walking and talking went...not so good.

I would like to take this time to thank the other members of this band for putting up with these drunken shenanigans including but not limited to... The smell of the vomit encrusted tubes in the amps when they heat up next time, the face slapping and ass grabbing I did to both of you, putting my head right through the bass drum, and using what was left in the band fund for a pretty fuckin sweet trip up to the Rub and Tug Tanning Salon down on Main St. for some hand-jobs, and then taking my new tanning salon jerk-off technician/girlfriend (Xtasy, I think I love you) and Partyboy to IHOP. Sorry Guys.

September 12th, 2005:

Well here I am, barely functioning, nursing a little bit of a hangover and hoping the day retires itself to it's best tidings so I can finally get some much needed sleep. It was another banner weekend full of what else...drinking and laughter. I am starting to see a pattern here. But who doesn't like a happy drunk? I know I would take a happy smiling drunk over a whimpering bag of piss or the ever popular "(slurred -) I'll fucking kick everybodies ass in the place" drunk. If that's you...fuck you, get happy bitch.

I am pleased to inform you that we actually got something done this weekend and almost finished up the writing of our new opus "Super Fucked Big Drunk". That's the next one we are almost ready to put on tape. Partyboy's theme "Drinks to Infinity" is starting to develop as well. That's the business report.

Here is the weekend forecast - Jam on Friday. Call Partyboy and tell him Mr. Houston is coming into town and to bring the Tequila Bong on Saturday. Possibly throw up all over the Jazz on the Boulevard lawn but definitely throw up on some lawn somewhere in Fort Worth in honor of Houston's one day arrival. Then go to the bar from open to close (wink) on Sunday like clockwork.

Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

September 2nd, 2005:

We had our first jam in about 9 weeks (since the young baby Marlon was born) and it was fun as shit. We all got chauffeured (Thanks Dana!) to and from the warehouse so we all could get equally fucked up. And I have to tell you all three of us took total advantage of the fact none of us were driving. We fucking drank to infinity! I even drank an MFL at the end of the night because all the good stuff was gone.

The actual jam started out pretty good but as we added more alcohol to the equation it got a little sloppy. Just like we have come to expect from such a well pickled rock machine. It was just good to jam again and know that I can remember 30%/40% of the songs if I really try.

The Me-Thinks...giving you at least 50% for the past 5 years. That's over 250%!

August 25th, 2005:

I am sad to announce the passing of a true Texas legend. Randy "Biscuit" Turner, the singer for the legendary Texas skate rockers, the Big Boys, has passed away at the young age of 49. If your about our age (real fucking old) then you remember hitting the launch ramp in your driveway while blaring the Big Boys. I know I do.

R.I.P. Biscuit.

On a lighter note I am back from my travels to the Great Pacific Northwest and have been made an honorary "Pint-Slayer" by my good friends Windsor Bismal, Beaurgard Marlboro, Sebastion Dunhill and Orville Kent. Thanks Bros. My liver actually needs a much needed rest so from 6:00pm until 6:15pm Central time there will be no alcohol consumed by your's truly. Thank You.

I am pleased to announce our return to the routine. It has been about 8/9 weeks since we jammed and we are finally getting back to the warehouse to do so this weekend. I guarantee I have forgotten every single song so it's going to be a long hard road back to being the most mediocre band in town, but I am looking forward to showing of my new alcohol tolerance since being on a 10 day bender up north.

August 11th, 2005:

Albums you should be listening to this week:

• Television - Marquee Moon
• The Who - Live at Leeds
• Brant Bjork and the Operators
• The Hellacopters - Grande Rock
• Drunk Horse - In Tongues
• Pink Floyd - Meddle
• Tricky Woo - Les Sables Magiques

Be on the lookout for a crazy person that will make you late for work, drunk as hell, regret your actions the night before, run up huge bar tabs, get you laid, make you popular, crash your car, divorce your spouse, drain your bank account, and have a hell of a good time doing so. He goes by the name of PartyBoy and he is fucking everywhere. I see this dude at all the bars I hang out in, in Fort Worth. I have even heard rumors he has been spotted in Dallas (but I wouldn't know).

This dude contantly buys me shots and makes me stay out until all hours of the night and I don't have the foggiest premonition how he does it. It's downright super-human not to mention expensive as hell. He must be independently wealthy. I wish I was him...

August 1st, 2005:

I went up to the Wreck Room the other night to see Blood of the Sun, Max Cady and Drunk Horse. If you missed that show, you are gay! Blood of the Sun and Max Cady kicked ass as usual, but Drunk Horse blew me away. I had seen them twice before, but they were just fucking bad ass this time.

My truck got broken into the other night too. Fuck You, you fucking little scum bag piece of shits. I hope when you finally do end up in prison for doing stupid shit like this, your asses get raped into your fucking guts, then the ass-raper makes you eat a whole jar of peanuts and shit them out of your raw and lacerated asshole causing nauseating, excruciating bloody ass-peanut pain. Then after Bubba has his way with your ass, he breaks out all of your teeth with a homemade screwdriver so when you suck his blood and shit encrusted cock, you can't bite down and hurt him.

What comes around, goes around mutherfuckers!

And on a lighter note...The baby Marlon has learned how to play Strutter and Reign in Blood...when he's not sucking on titties, crappin his shorts, and passing out mid-sentence. Just like his Daddy. God Bless genetics.

July 20th, 2005:

Special Me-Thinks Announcement: No, we are not done with the double EP! It actually takes less time to create a living, breathing human life then for us to get our shit together long enough to record some fucking songs but I digress...

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to announce the birth of the summertime Rock Baby otherwise known as Marlon Vaughn Lundy!

I don't have all the details yet, but he was born last night after 10 sometime (you know when the bands usually start playing) while the sounds of Grand Funk Railroad's 'Closer to Home' played in the background. He is reported to have been born with a huge, dark-haired rock-fro, full burly beard, one long thumbnail and cried until they put a miniature Les Paul Custom in his hands, just like his daddy.

Congratulations Liz and Marlin!

July 19th, 2005:

Has anybody seen this "Trapped in the Closet" by R. Kelly on the MTV? You know we are both a little dumber for having done so. A friend of mine had mentioned how incredibly lame this "urban opera" was and I just couldn't pass up the chance to see it. I knew going into it that I would die a day early and a couple of bucks poorer have having even seen it. Let me tell you if you're looking for the gayest, waste of time and money since "From Justin to Kelly" look no further. Imagine R. Kelly doing his bullshit R&B crooning but opera style and singing all the parts of the "opera" in the same lame R&B voice. I feel bad for R&B just for having to call this music R&B.

R&B, I am sorry, but R. Kelly is the no talent ass-clown who sucks.

I think he hired a bunch of the kids he likes to piss on to write it too. It was like listening to a bunch of middle school kids talk about their stupid relationships. He has to actually tell the people watching this who is talking because he sings all the parts. Imagine a bunch of "and then Darnell says...", "and then Shirley says...", "and then I get pulled over by the cops...", and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then, and then!

What kind of jerk-off has to tell me "and then" over and over? Am I a fucking idiot? I guess I am know for having watched this incredible fucking piece of shit. Fuck You R. Kelly!

On a much better note...We have completed all the tracks for one more tune (Permanent Krokus). Thanks to Steedo and Art from the Mullet Malicia for lending their metal and making this track kick ass already.

July 14th, 2005:

Flashback to a few weekends ago...I was up at the Wreck to check out Confusatron and I happen to not be driving that night (thanks Cody). So I proceeded to get T-Total Shit-Canned drunk. I have no idea what all I drank. Everthing would be a good guess. I had a wonderful time putting my liver through the paces and hanging out with Butter_Pantz and Cody and listening to the groovy sounds of the mighty Confusatron. The end of the evening creeps up on us and I proceed to stumble over to 7-Eleven to find myself some sort of drunken magical treat. Big Mistake, but I'll get to that later. I am so drunk I don't quite remember what I ate. I know I had some sort of Yellow/Orange stain on my shirt (that I still can't get out with conventional laundry products). The stain leads me to believe that it was either a DeathDog, some Nachos, a Chili Dog, or all of the above for all I know. To be honest, I don't even remember eating it or where I chose to devour my precious purchase.

• 2:30am - All is well and we are on the way back home.
• 2:45am - We arrive at my place for a nightcap.
• 3:00am - I say goodnight to Butter_Pantz and Cody and hit the rack for what I hope will be a good night sleep.
• 4:30am - I am woken up from my drunken slumber with the sudden urge to shoot white-hot liquid curry out of my ass.
• 4:31am-Present Time - Expell, Wipe, sleep for 15 minutes, Repeat about 1000 times until my little balloon-knot of a butthole is rubbed red and sandpaper raw.

Kids, Uncle Marlin once told me a very wise thing that I can attest to that he is utterly and totally correct in saying...

7-Eleven is not and will never be a RESTAURANT!

June 30th, 2005:

Thanks Bitches!

We are currently working on the last songs for the long overdue/much asked about Double EP. I hope we meet our friends expectations seeing how we have been dragging our asses for a good two years since Rock And Roll Another came out. We got some funny shit that should rock pretty good.

The Me-Thinks past couple of weeks at a glance:

• My divorce is final.
• Marlin is almost a daddy.
• Boyo got promoted to head Escalade Pimper at his day job.

June 22nd, 2005:

If you haven't been down to Haltom City to catch the Roller Derby, I suggest you get your lame asses out there and check that shit out! I'm serious. The Girls skate hard as fuck (even though most fights may be a tad fake). I was really impressed. They have a band play before the derby starts, while all the girls are warming up, and they have a band play during halftime as well. And best of all, it's BYOB! Fuck Yeah!

I was disturbed by one thing though. One of the bands (I ain't naming names) was a group of young boys. When I say young, I don't mean young compared to my old ass, I mean young as in 14 years old young. This wasn't the disturbing thing though. What really got me was the fact that these kids had roadies and handlers. Now I know that these kids played better than I did when I was that age. Who we kidding, they played better than I do now, but fucking Roadies! I couldn't believe it. When they were done with their set, they jumped off stage and just walked away. They didn't lift a thing. A bunch of older guys with cell phones and Cambridge Classics got up there and man-handled all of their equipment while they signed autographs (another story altogether) to all these young girls wearing the bands t-shirts (once again, another story [see #3]) on their own B&W 8x10 photos. I am not even going to mention the Drum solo...oh wait, sorry, I just did.

Jealous...maybe.

Better for carrying my own equipment...Definitely!

Oh Yeah, and we're nominated for the best Hard Rock band in the FW Weakly Music Awards.

June 15th, 2005:

Well another month has crept by without me making an update to the site. Sorry bitches. We have had a lot going on. Marlin is getting ready for a baby Marlin, Calvin and I have been going crazy with Pussyhouse and finally getting the mural done up at the Wreck, and Boyo has been keeping his yard real tight and writing some more rock hits (whether he knows it or not).

We are currently working on new songs for the Double EP (Super Fucked, Big Drunk / Kick-Ass Ass-Kickers Kick Ass / God Bless Haltom City) and awaiting the baby-black-out when it'll just be Boyo and me taking care of recording and writing business for the next six weeks while Marlin gets aquainted to being a daddy. Shit, that is even weird for me to type. I can't imagine having a little human to keep track off.

CHEERS: Beers, Darth Vato, Forty Creek, Wreck Room Staff, Ken Shimamoto, Haltom City Speed Balls, The Life Aquatic, Beers, Hot in the Shade by KISS, Kitty Cats, Boston Terriers, Teen Movies, Beers, Tube Amps, Entourage, Fred Burgers, Dr. Glow, Crimping Irons, Vinyl Partys and Sriracha

JEERS: No Free Beer when promised Free Beer, 30,000 Dollar Millionaires, Yngwie Malmsteen, quitting smoking, The Texas Heat, Michael Jackson, No Free Beer when promised Free Beer, Scientology/Kabbalah, Kevin and Britney, Rubberneckers, Tom Cruise, No Free Beer when promised Free Beer, The MTV Generation, Backwards Hair and Cable Porn.

May 17th, 2005:

What's up fuckers? Did you all make it down to the Wreck to see Brant Bjork and the Bros last Sunday? No! What a bunch of fucking douchbags! It was a great show and you missed it didn't you? What do you work for the "FW Weakly" or something?

Next time you see Marlin be sure and tell him congratulations for being Wine Cooler free now for almost 2 months. He's right back to his old faithfull MFL's. If you don't know what an MFL is just ask him if you can buy him one and he'll tell you.

And...last but not least, both Boyo and I celebrated our mutual birthdays a few Saturdays ago at the Wreck. I believe we had a good time. I was too drunk to remember so I am guessing yes, but if I am missinformed, please feel free to let me know I was an idiot, spilled my drink on you, stole your drink, yelled in your ear, spit while I was yelling in your ear, eyeballed your girlfriend/wife/child or pet, or bummed you out when I started crying like I always do on my birthday...here.

April 26th, 2005:

You wanna hear something funny/sad? I woke up on Monday morning sore like I had the shit kicked out of me by a roving pack rock-fisted, lager-lout soccer hooligans after just playing one 40 minute set at the Spring Rally this past weekend. Did I fall down 65 times in a row? Did I get hit by a parade or cars? Did I get caught eating Mike Tyson's last Nutter Butter cookie? For Christ's sake! If I feel this old at 33, just imagine the bitching and complaining I am gonna be doing on this website when the band is in it's 60's.

Like I said in the above paragraph we played the Spring Rally this weekend and it was pretty fun. I don't think there was quite the crowd they expected, but fun none the less. We got to see the Smithereens. And beside the fact that Pat DiNizio looks a little bit bigger then a Volkwagen now, they sounded great. Cheers to the Burden Brothers too for letting me stash some of our guitars and speaker cabinets in their tent when it started raining. You know we are not professional enough to have a van. If we did have a van it would probably be like a pick-up truck van were everything gets wet anyway.

Thanks to everyone who made it out to see us and the Mullet Malicia too.

We'll be taking a short break from playing live for the summer and when we are done with the Double EP we'll have a big CD release with Monster Truck Limosines, Inaction Figures, Pony Rides, Midgets, Whores, Sex, Drugs, and of course Rock and Roll.

April 13th, 2005:

I have some good news for those of you that like good music and I have some bad news for those of you that like bad music. The Me-Thinks are taking a little "hiatus". We will be playing our last show for a while at this year's Spring Rally. You have probably heard the we are desperately trying to finish our long over-due Double EP. You may have also heard that Marlin Von Bungy and his lovely wife Liz are having a baby. But here's what you haven't heard.

Marlin's wine cooler consumption is out of control. We desperately need to get his Beer and Whisky quotient back up to normal. He has agreed to enter the Wine Cooler Rehabilitation Center (WCRC) to try and kick his flavored malt beverage addiction. It was hard to actually find a place that wouldn't say anything about his beer or liquor intake. That's when we heard about the WCRC and the work that Dr. Wheatley was doing there. We hope that at the end of summer we will have our guitar player back and his baby will have a Daddy that is Wine Cooler free.

Ask us about our new batch of free buttons too. We only have 100 and they seem to be going fast.

Stay tuned for our Double EP CD release party being planned before we have even finished the fucking songs. So you know it's gonna be a hoot!

March 30th, 2005:

Hiddy Ho kiddies. We are playing the Spring Rally coming up on April 23rd and 24th. We play the 24th at 3:30. During the day even! Right after our Haltom City Brethren...the Mullet Malicia.

Here is a schedule of the bands and times for the Spring Rally.

That is going to be out last show for a while. We're not throwing in the towel by any means. Fuck, what else would we do? We just need to take some time off from our vigorous (once a month) live schedule to write some new songs, finish up our long overdue Double EP and comfort our significant others as they squirt out our demonic offspring. It's true! Your favorite guitar player and wine cooler chugger...and I guess mine too by default, Marlin Von Bungy and his beautiful wife Liz are having a baby. I am sure whether it is a boy or a girl it'll cry for wine coolers like a crack baby, have a full beard, sleep with a Les Paul Custom and be the sweetest little Von Bungy baby ever. Plus with Uncles like me and Will...what could go wrong?

Congratulazioni Marlin and Liz!

March 29th, 2005:

Brian "Head" Welch is a fucking idiot!

I didn't like him before and I dislike him even more now.

What a Douche!

March 17th, 2005:

When I say "Wine", you say "Coolers"...Wine Coolers, Wine Coolers!

Let's just say if you missed the show last Saturday, you missed a good/bad one. Low on musical quality, high on entertainment thanks to a drunken Marlin von Bungy and an extremely sharp Bedford Boyo. Boyo got the crowd going with his cheerleader like enthusiasm while Marlin tuned his guitar in between every song. Marlin said he forgot to tune it before we started because he complained he was still halfway sober and was promptly served a full glass (not a shot mind you, a full glass) of whiskey by one of the Wreck Rooms world famous bartenders, Carly Five Toes. I myself don't quite remember anything after that point.

Thanks to the other bands too. Max Cady and the Rockland Eagles. Both bands were kick ass fun and nice guys to boot. When one of the other bands plugs in their smoke machine while your playing so you have dual smoke machines...that's a Goddamn Rockshow! When your Drummer gets the crowd to chant Wine Coolers...that's a Goddamn Rockshow! When the Bartender gets on the PA and announces the band isn't drunk enough and you need to by us shots...that's a Goddamn Rockshow! When you wake up in a panic a few hours after getting home from the show with the feeling you forgot your guitar...that's a Goddamn Rockshow! Thank God she was there...right where I forgot I put her.

March 4th, 2005:

I have to let all you people know something. I am worried about Marlin. I think it is serious enough to bring this up to all of you via this website. Here goes... Marlin has been drinking wine coolers. Now I mean wine coolers are funny every now and then, but he has been buying them on a regular basis. He switches to beer and whisky after he drinks a few wine coolers, but still this is happening everytime we get togther to drink and/or practice. It scares the shit out of me to be quite honest with you all. Do me a favor...if you see him, buy him a beer and maybe we can ween him off of wine coolers with ice cold refreshing beer. Because he's not only the Me-Thinks guitar player, he's your guitar player too.

And on another vice related note - The rumors are still true...the Me-Thinks are still a nicotine free band. I can't believe it has actually lasted this long. Both Marlin and I have even made it all the way through the patches. I can't really speak for him, but for me it fucking sucks a bulldog's ass and I wanna stab someone in the fucking neck! I wish smoking wasn't so expensive. It's not so much the fact that it is bad for you. Hell, everything is bad for you! You know when you go out and drink 85 PBR's in a sitting you feel pretty shitty the next morning...(who am I kidding, I mean the...) afternoon. But add smoking 2 packs of Asian Corner Store Bootleg Light 100's and it seems to amplify the fucking hangover. Am I right? So in the crusade to drink more and feel better in the morn...afternoon, cigarettes be gone. (but please stay close by in case we need you.)

Come out to the Wreck Room next weekend (Saturday, March 12th to be exact) and watch us crash and burn as we headline for the Rockland Eagles (Austin) and Max Cady (Dallas).

February 16th, 2005:

I think somebody put some motivation gas in the air or something because we have almost completed another tune for the Double EP. I am kinda worried. I don't like all this "say something...then actually do it" stuff. I wish we could go back to the days of just talking shit, and never doing anything. It was much easier and I got to watch a whole lot more TV.

There were casualties of course. We broke a vase and a picture in the process of recording this one. We had the feedback tracks (our little rock secret) synced up so well it created a distortion vortex and sucked all the pictures off the wall. The vase was broken playing with some bulldogs, but we were being really "rock" while we were playing with the bulldogs. You know...doing some kicks, throwing up a Krokus or two, guzzling whisky and pumping our fists. It's because we're a rock band even when we're trying to just be regular dudes. It's a curse and a blessing...

In an unrelated accident, Marlin threw out his shoulder practicing windmills and other such rock moves. Get well emails can be sent here.

Next show: March 12th...Wreck Room...with the Rockland Eagles. Be there dipshits!

February 4th, 2005:

Hey Kiddies, Thanks for coming out to the show the other night. I don't know if we played well, but we did have a pretty good time. I know this because I woke up in a puddle of my own urine with a cold beer (unspilled I might add...) still clutched in my hand. I think we might invest in some "Adult" diapers specially for gig nights. Ahhh, the joys of getting old.

After a few failed attempts and recording snafus (getting drunk...erasing tracks...) we have finally finished mixing Speedhair. It only took a fifth of Crown and a fifth of Forty Creek to mix it too. I'll get it up on the site for yous guys to preview as soon as I get my clammy mits on it. We are actually starting to lay down the basic tracks for Permanent Krokus tonight. We are officially half way finished with our much talked about, but rarely worked on "Double EP". I was thinking maybe a thermos full of Hot Sake would do the trick tonight. You know, get the creative juices flowing...literally...right into our Adult Diapers.

Stay tuned for more info about our upcoming show with the Rockland Eagles. One of the Eagles fell off a stage and busted some ribs and puctured his lung so they were unable to make the show last time. We are scheduled to play the make up show either on March 11th or 12th. I'll let you know as soon as we know.

January 18th, 2005:

The Me-Thinks are still cigarette free and it fucking sucks! Just like the band Cinderella said..."You don't know what ya got till it's gone". Cigarettes I miss you, but if the law of averages is correct, we will meet again.

On the flipside, we will be able to buy more Beer, Whisky and Dwarf Conjoined-Twin Hookers (what's up Robin and Terry!) with all the money we are saving from not smoking. This might not be that bad of a deal.

I heard a rumor that the Asian Media Crew might not be as media-less as they were last week. If they show up, try and help their drunk asses keep from losing or breaking another video camera. And speaking of the Asian Media Crew, be on the lookout for some short movies coming soon to the site courtesy of Asian Media Crew Productions.

We are currently under a strenuous workout of Liver Push-Ups and 16oz curls getting ready for our show on Friday the 21st. We did kinda forgot to practice the music though, but hey, thems the breaks and we pass that along to you. We apologize in advance. Either way it'll be a good goddamn time.

Don't miss the January 21st show at the Wreck with Goodwin and the Rockland Eagles.

January 4th, 2005:

Well...Happy New Year Muthafuckas! I hope nobody got thrown in the klink or had anything bad happen to them on amatuer night...I mean New Years Eve. That's gotta be the worst night to be out and about because the fuzz is just waiting for you to fuck up and not get your inspection taken care of so they can pull your ass over and drink your beers. Our guitar player, Marlin, will gladly add you to the list of people he keeps an eye on when their inspection or registration is out on your car. He says it's just an easy way for the "man" to find a reason to find out if your drunk or not. He are smart cuz he just graduated college. So when you see him, congratulate him on finishing up his 14 and a half years of higher education.

I also have a very special Me-Thinks announcement to make. We've all gone sissy! Yes it's true. For the first time in our massive 4 year exsistence, all three of us have kicked our nicotine habit. This is ground breaking shit going down. I am going to have to gargle with broken glass to keep my voice sounding as shitty as ever without the awesome power of burning chemicals and paper to do it for me. Maybe I'll just mix beer with milk before we play so I can get that phlemy tone I so desire. At any rate...we're all just half sissies because I really don't see us quitting any of our other vices in the near future. Rest assured. And if things get really bad we can always take hits right out of the smoke machine.

Don't miss the January 21st show at the Wreck with Goodwin and the Rockland Eagles.