I grow ever more excited to start recording the new voodoo album. I'm currently in the Shire of New Hamp housesitting for my mom. Just like in my apartment in Philly, I'm living in seclusion and recording a lot; however, unlike in said apartment, I'm in the middle of the woods in a glorified log cabin with high ceilings, top notch appliances, the baby grand of my childhood, and Norwegian elk hounds galore.

As I said, I'm working on recording here: getting all my purty/whiny shite out of the way so that I can focus all my cells on a rawking rawkus rawk album when I get home.

On top of the excitement of a new voodoo record, we're moving into a new studio when I get back from NH and Gibbonicus gets back from his PDX/Montreal trip. This happens so soon, we can throw rawks at it. That's right. We can throw rawks into the future. This is the inherent difference between voodoo economics and other bands, for good or evil.

Love you all. Come back and see us now, ya hear? Or, if you so desire, come back and hear us now, ya see?

xoo,
nosila (n/a)