2006? Maybe 2005- too old, to drunk to keep it straight
Since I've got this strange feeling our www.micodenoche.com site is largely going unread, I thought I'd repost and update some news here. Why not, right? I'm mean, I've already spent 2 hours today trying to cure cancer and that didn't work out- how much worse could this be? On with the show....:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
It's been awhile. The forces of evil have been working overtime against us- my doctor says not to drink with the new liver, that it would be a waste of the gift I've been granted. Well. FUCK THAT. What the hell good's a new liver if you can't take it out for a spin once in awhile? And then there's the whole work thing. I know, seems weird that our magnificent, arena-rock style doesn't quite pay the bills, but that's the way it goes. Obviously, we're victims of mail fraud and the cash, checks, and money orders you all have so graciously been sending on a regular schedule are being swiped before we can get to them. Not to say you should stop sending the funds- I've got a meeting with the postmaster general next week and we're gonna straighten this mess right out.
But in the meantime? Work..... yes, we aging rockers must continue to sweat for the man in order to keep gas in the van, weed in the bowl, and hot, fresh rock coming to you on a semi-regular basis. And there's the rub- our high-paying, high stress, top-level executive positions are making increasing demands on our precious time. Man, you just can't craft a beautiful 2-piece rock opera thematically based on homoeroticism in 19th century negro literature while on the red-eye back from ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Hong Kong after making high level, world-trade-type deals for 48 hrs. straight. I know, I've tried. So?..Shit. We're doing what we can, you know? Looks like there might not be a tour this summer- we know at least 6 people in Novato, CA will be severely bummed by this news, though a few hits off the bong will probably bring them around pretty quickly.
Amidst the turmoil, we've somehow managed to put together a few new tunes and have started studio work on our next batch of future classics. No idea when our next double platinum release will be hitting the streets, but you can bet it'll be a scorcher. Since "Balls Deep" seemed to go over so many peoples' heads, we'll probably call the next one something more straightforward like, "Return of Cuntface", or "Fuck You, Grandma!" or perhaps "Unicorn/Unicock". Imagine the hot artwork we could do for the last one, mmmm.
Yeah, so even in our relative downtime of the last few months, we've managed to get out and tear up a stage or two. Most recently, we got high and fucked around with our bay area bro, Helios Creed for a couple shows. That dude's got aliens in his brain for reals, yo. Anyhow, chances are good you missed the Tacoma show as there were a grand total of maybe 4 people there. Too bad for you- I was on 8 hits of blotter and raving like a fucking assbanged spider monkey. The improv was sweet to say the least. The Seattle show was even better, though we were out of acid and had to huff some oven cleaner to get to the right frame of mind. We also made it down to Portland not too long ago and as always, we want to give a shout out to all them hookers that showed up and helped us metaphorically pack that town's fudge tight up in its puckered, sore a-hole. Next came a hot Wed. night at the Croc- as we mounted the stage to do our dirty work, I said to Don "I'm not playing for less than 12 people". A quick count verified an audience of 13- the shit was ON!!!!! Finally, we brought the old school drunken rager back to Oly for Dawn @ McCoy's birthday party. Last time I played Oly, I swore I'd never set foot in that godforesaken shithole again. Looks like I lied to myself again...just like I lied to Jesus about never touching my cock at the bus stop again.. oh well. promises, much like the seal on a bottle of Mexican valium, are made to be broken. Highlights include me sneaking into the chicks toilet to take a shit and getting accused of doing coke. Me, doing coke- yeah, right. Have you ever heard such crazy shit in your whole goddamn life? uhhh... I'm sure there were other highlights, but I was too drunk and coked up to remember. Live and loud is still where MdN's true beastial nature is most accurately expressed and, as luck would have it, we got a couple more shows comin' at ya in the near future:
Friday 6/2 Sunset Tavern w/ Portals, Red Fang, and Zero Down. This will be a scorcher, meaning your balls will get burned off. And if you don't have balls, don't bother- unless your a chick, and we'll try not to burn any parts you don't want burned, unless... oh, fuck it.
Friday 7/7 Totalfest- Missoula, Montana. Annual two day party with about 50 bands, lots of beer and good times.
OK, that's all for now- if you made it this far, congratulations and thank you for participating. The feeling of needing a bath is normal after this much MdN exposure- don't fight it.
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Originally posted in 2004, this shit still works today, just replace "Athens" with "China" or wherever the fuck the so called games are happening! Who wants a corndog?
Well, we'd hoped to surprise all you fans with the grand announcement this week that the International Olympic Committee had chosen our epic "Run you dirty mother, run!" for use in the opening ceremonies at this summer's olympic games in Athens. Once again, we've been shot down. Apparently, someone at the IOC has tender ears and objects to use of the word "cunt" in the song. As this was a great opportunity to get MdN music to the masses, we made the gracious offer to re-record the vocals, using either "cunny" or "cooze" in place of the more traditionally offensive "cunt". It seemed as if this was going to get it done for us, but I've just received an email to the contrary. You try to do something good on the world stage and this is the sort of treatment you get. Never again my friends, never again. We'll stick to playing dive bars, biker rallies, and same-sex orgies- consider that lesson learned.
On the upside, I hope to be posting some rough mixes from our latest recording session shortly- keep some clean undies handy, as your ass is sure to fall out upon hearing this stuff.