I've decided to lie to you all and say that I just booked a New Years Eve show. It's a loft in Bushwick. We're gonna play in the kitchen but the layout is open so people in the living room can stand on the couches and see us just fine. Dave Treut's new band and maybe Beyondo are going to play with us and maybe even The New York Howl. That way it's a good combination of jazzy/dancey and maniac sweat and poetry.

Oh, and Pash(ly). I've never met her and never ever seen seen her play and she's just recently moved to New York. I'll pretend she's on the bill too. Like, she'll play last. Before the lights go on, like there some kids slow dancing, like, they're covered in beer and sweat and they're holding each other and kissing cause they don't know what else to do.

I'm not sure of the order yet. Like, the kids throwing the party don't care which band plays when and I can't decide if I want to perform in 2007 or 2008. I don't want to straddle the change cause I don't think we're good enough for that yet. Maybe next year.

I don't feel like making up an address right now but when I do I'll let you know.

Oh, and I hope everybody brings a bottle of grappa or whiskey or red wine or maybe even some absinthe from Prague and we just open up the bottles and pass them around the room. No need for cups. And some pot brownies. I just love that shit. And mushrooms. And extasy. Why not? I would play my heart out.

- Rob

Oh, and why not repost this and we can all pretend like there's this crazy party to go to and we can pretend we're going to stay thirty years old for the rest of our lives.

Cur Non?