Last night the four of us bade farewell to our home for the last year. In some ways, I'm going to miss the place— not least of all the fact that it had a window and a rarely used refrigerator. We spent last Saturday working on a couple of new lumps of clay that resemble songs. Nothing urgent, nothing remotely finished, and they may never even see the light of day. It was great, though. We have zero obligation to work on any new music at the moment, but to have that pressure off and just dick around was very fun.

Finally started reading Eats, Shoots, & Leaves. Before we go on, yes, it's a book about punctuation and how people just don't know how to use it. For example, CD's, BOOK's, and DVD's and BOB,S PET'S = WRONG. The book's been kicking around for a while and now that I've finally starting tearing through it I find I'm not digging it as much as I thought it would. I find it's more about the author passive-aggressively complaining that while her friends were off having fun, she wasn't— specifically, "Around this same time, when other girls of my age were attending the Isle of Wight Festival and having abortions, I..." blah blah blah bling bling bling blah.

Seriously, what is she on about? Sounds like abortions were passed out like candy back in the 70s or something (Were they? I wasn't around, I could be wrong). No wonder she didn't have a life, she sounds like she was a right drag to be around, probably pointing out usage of double-negatives in conversation.

I don't know about you, but I would've rather been at the Isle of Wight festival than, I don't know, obsessing over semicolons or something. And I like semicolons; they're grossly underused and underappreciated. Anyway, I've put the book down. If I wanted to read about misspent youth while turning a nose up at everyone I'd read The Rise And Fall of Harry & Leona Helmsley.

Before I go, I just saw this and it made me laugh before it made me cry. If this offends you then don't watch it and pretend like our governmental operations are running smoothly. Me? I think I may have figured out a way to get out of doing most things.



xoxo,
Henry

P.S. I'm obligated to mention that we have a lot of shows coming up, including tomorrow's Boston show (our last for a while... how long? I don't know, geez, back off!).

P.P.S. I can't stress enough how much I hate doing anything on MySpace... the interface is terrible (maybe I should write a self-serving book about it?)