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The deepest secrets and drunkenest rantings from Australia's premier pop combo

Friday, January 27, 2006

G'day all you tight black jeans-wearing, Parkway Drive loving weirdos. Thought I'd drop a line just to let you all know we're not dead. . .yet. This may or may not read coherent, as, it IS a Friday evening, and I HAVE had a beer or nine. Anyways, as you all no doubt know, Jay and Lindsay are continuing on with their radio shenanigans this year, and are in the process of signing a multi-million dollar deal to broadcast live from the vagina of Nicole Kidman. Christ I hope they don't ask me to be a boom mike operator on that day. Seriously though, we've been getting together as much as possible lately, and so far, we've managed to demo around 30-odd new songs. We're as happy as a paedo in a kindy with them so far, but I'm hardly gonna sit here like every other self-important fuckhead from just about every other band ever, and tell you how great we are, or bang on about how, "Oh, this new stuff is the best stuff we've ever done, we really tried to branch out", blah blah. Fucken whatever. We're gonna put out a record when we collectively have the time, it's gonna sound like us, you might like it, you might wanna neck yourself to it. Either way, I'm right into it, I'm having a ball writing/demoing it, and I reckon that's about all that matters. If you're with me, thumbs up, if you're not, piss off and put on your Grinspoon records. Cheers cunts,
gordy

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