Hey serious music lovers,

I am at my dumb summer job, and thought I would write a little update about life on the wilde turkey farm. A LOT  has changes since we last wrote a blog (to be honest, I think blogs blow. don't use the cream, the cream's crap). Let's see, we went to Berlin and had a fabulous time, playing two MEGA HUGE awesome venues: the Berlin Hilton and Basso. We also played a whole truck-load of shows around new york to the delight of our adoring fans. And...sadly, we lost our beloved Riddum section, JR and Sam, who went on to pursue other fabulous projects (what projects? check their own myspace, bitches! This is Wilde Turkey, not freaking Perez Hilton)

But, you know what they say about silver linings--well they are freaking TRUE, because less than a month after we parted ways with our other half, sethie and I had two amazing feats of luck:
1) we decided to record a club album
2) Amy Cimini, violist EXTRORDINAIRRE, joined our band.

These two things are both really really really really good. The club album is already, like the most genius thing you've ever heard about (seriously, roll over lil' wayne. you heard it. I ain't fronting). We are using, like INDUSTRY STANDARD tools, like computers, or more specifically techinically, those little grid things inside the computer, you know where it looks like you're playing pong, but really you are writing BEATS like freaking leslie hall or something. And, in terms of our new found string section, it is seriously the somber voice we have always needed to get the depth of our sorrow and hurt and violence across to the bodies of the people listening.

So basically, everybody (and I mean EVERYBODY: lady sovereign, missy, mia, lil' john, lil' wayne, lil' bowwow, ALL the little people), better get the fuck out tha way, because we are moving across territory to boot out the rappers from the club mixes, and also get all those annoying fucking grooveless art-boy bands out of the galleries. Note to those bands: use that pong-grid like thing in protools to beat, not your dick!

Ok, back to work.
xo, debbie downer