Here's my replies to some frequently asked questions:

-Where's the bathroom?
A.  I kinda don't think Myspace has a bathroom.

-'The fuck you lookin at?
A.  Nothing, man.  I'm here with Dustin, I actually think we're about to take off so...  It's cool, everything's cool, man.

-'Cos I swear you was lookin' at me.
A.  That's not exactly a questions, but, no dude, I'm just out with the D man tonight, I don't even know anyone here.  I'm just chillin', OK?  We're taking off.

-Why is this band called PepsiCokeMcDonalds?  There are parts of this word that are familiar, but as an aggragate unit, this makes no sense to me.
A.  That's a good point.  Initially my intention was to draw a lawsuit of such magnatude it would generate a well-spring of publicity, catapulting this music to the forefront of the world's conscious.  In practice, though, I realized that if I were threatened even once, and not necessarily even by a representative of any corporate entity, I would fold immediately and beg for mercy.  Eventually, the name will either change or be forever reduced to its intitials "PCM."

Why are your lyrics so embarrassingly childish?
A.  That question is unnecessarily combative.

I plan on holding my breath until I see you perform live.  Is this wise?
A.  Definately not.

How can I give you money for absolutely anything at all?
A.  For now, I'm just burning free CDs.  Maybe if I start playing shows...  But for now, just let me know.

My name is Simon Kirke, I drummed for Bad Co. in the early '80s.  Can I be in your band?
A.  Simon, though your presence on all of "Desolation Angels" is formidable, PCM is not yet a full-fledged band.  But your work on Rock'n'Roll Fantasy is exemplary, and a model for anyone who's interested in rock drumming.