Back.

Sooooo frickin' busy.

In addition to playing catch-up on work-related stuff, I'm moving this weekend. Don't get too excited — it's just down the street.  I know you always hoped that I would end this reign, but it's my destiny to be the King of Pain!

Here is a show with all the pals. Dunno if I'll be there, though. Lotta stuff to pack. And write.

Oh, and Tell no One (formerly Akrasia) are opening for ye olde Pants. Tell, er, someone.

PS: With the exception of warm weather, lovely flora and Tennessee Williams, the South kinda sucks.

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[Bill Simmon]

Oh, and Tell no One (formerly Akrasia) are opening for ye olde Pants.

Who?

[casey]

They're a local "post-rock" (can I still use that term?) act along the lines of The Cancer Conspiracy. You can click the link and listen to a sample of their stuff...