Ladies and Gentlemen,

The truth is that we loved you all along. The truth is that we still love you. The truth is that the musical group known to most as "RORY" has ceased to be. (Except for the records and pictures and myspace bulletins and stickers and shirts and musicians and memories and limited edition Nikes*)

There are any number of reasons a band can break up. Our reason is that we are all reptiles and can no longer put on a facade of being human musicians. Sorry.

All of us will undergo metamorphoses and become other creatures who may or may not (definitely may) come together to form another such musical group under a different title and genus and species.

Everyone has gone home mostly unhappy over the decision that was made. We made this decision as we've made any tough decision -- we flipped a quarter... pounder.**

Back in 1832 a fuse was lit. This was a long fuse that would light a tiny little implosion, but the fuse was really really long and was tangled and wrapped around all our limbs a trillion times so that we couldn't move and it took even longer to implode.

Jordan ate a rancid taco.

So, that's it.
Some of us will see you later.
Some of us will see you a little later than that.
Some of us are seeing you right now in your bedroom.***

We appreciate and adore you as fans, we adore and appreciate you as people. Infinite thanks to every single one of you for everything that you have done, have offered to do, or even thought about doing (ESPECIALLY if it involved nudity.)

Stay tuned and dream, people.

With immense hearts full of sincerity,
The Rory boys.




* Actually, there were no Limited Edition Nikes... but, if you work at Nike and want to make some, we'll totally wear them all the time.

** We've never made any decisions that way.

*** No former Rory member knows which window is to your bedroom.