Yes Indeed Friends,

It is with a heavy heart and hand that we write this latest and lastest missive in which notice of our un-exaggerated demise shall be given! Time is certainly a hammer, and it has been hammering away on our delicate faces and feet with impunity for a while now; and finally the jig is up. Our business associate is arriving imminently to collect that which was promised via bloody contract! The truth is, the secret members of the S-S-S-Spectres order, whose identities shall never be revealed have a lot of other shit going on is all! For example: Leni, our esteemed drummer and vocalist--as you undoubtedly know--has released her first book of short stories, Farewell Navigator! Those of you unlucky enough to not yet own this fantastic collection should please go purchase and read it before continuing on with this email! Thanks! It's amazing right? Ok, ANYWAY, there is also Leni's "day job", which primarily consists of hunting the globe for ancient artifacts of tremendous historical value and possibly dread magical power. So after our show she's off to Zambia or some such place looking for some sort of gilded lemur paw or amber tapir knuckle... I can't keep track honestly.

Now Ceci, our organ player and bodyguard--who diligent readers will remember--originally joined our merry band when we were stranded for a summer on a deserted island where she had been raised in the wild since she was an infant by a previously thought extinct variety of large, semi-aquatic rodent. Although she has had a grand olde time (we hope!!!) playing the organ with us and learning to eat with a fork, wear clothes, etc., she has elected finally to be returned to her island where she can live out her days held close to the pristine bosom of nature and focus on her solo project Mi Or And The Pedestals. Quite a bit more artistic and high concept than the trite, re-hashed rock cliches of SSSSpectres, as Mi Or and The Pedestals Ceci creates sublime music by sharply squeezing songbirds to generate high tones (and listen, if you know anything about birds you know they love to be sharply squeezed, so back off you PETA principled! Why do birds love to be sharply squeezed? Because they are fucking crazy, that's why! Seriously, if I'm out with someone, the first thing I try to figure out is if they are a bird or not, as honestly that's a deal breaker for me at this point in my life! I've wasted too much time trying to make them happy, sharply squeezing them whenever they ask and trying to deal with all their crazy bird bullshit) and gently massaging the bellies of seals to generate low tones (seals actually aren't that into this, but they go along with it because seals are cool!). We shall certainly miss her, but we are very excited to see what excellent things she will do next!

Dear, stalwart Frank, our guitarist and general "fixer" is retiring with a dozen or so of his most trusted and lovely followers/concubines to the secret S-S-S-Spectres compound deep in the wilds of Bolivia to devote himself full time to scientific study, preparations for the end times, and making beautiful, handsome, eminently responsible and good hearted babies with the aforementioned concubines to fill the ranks of the S-S-S-Spectres Army and assure that in the future there is no shortage of solid boyfriend-material dudes. There are countless praises I would sing of Frank, and embarrassing, scatological anecdotes I would recount here, but I must confess that my tears have begun to soak into my keyboard as I realize the gravity and finality of this ending that is upon us, and I find I have little strength left to continue and also I don't want to electrocute myself or ruin my computer since in these troubled times we've got to cling tight to each and every last sweet material possession that we possess lest it be wrenched from us by the grasping, greedy hands of the impoverished mutant middle class rabble when we can't afford to replace it on account of the failed and stupid fiscal policies of the last eight years.

And as for me, Mr. Marc Albert Zbyszynski, now that this project sloughs quietly into the ground, what will I do? Actually, I shall be ascending presently to sit atop the heavenly throne to rule mortal and immortal alike.

KIDDING!

Actually I think I'm going to move in with my folks for a while to get my bearings and figure out my next move. This is only TEMPORARY ladies! But I will have my own separate entrance and a really sweet setup and mom said she would get me a Wii to cheer me up with the light saber attachment (SWEEET!!!). Obviously I will have a lot of free time on my hands now, what with the band breaking up, but know that I've got some shit in the works, and might be starting my own business! I can't talk too much about it, but let's just say if you've ever been frustrated while playing Dungeons & Dragons because your miniatures were not skillfully painted enough, or you wished that you could keep all your dice in a beautiful, hand sewn, felt dice bag with a one-of-a-kind embroidery depiction of your character on it, then 2009 might just be YOUR YEAR!!

But enough about the promise of the future! This message is not about that! No, I am here to bemoan and cry at the miserable cruelty of the present! In a last gesture at the fearful symmetry that we have tried to live by, we will sign off with a whimper/bang from the spot where we first began: Cake Shop, this very Friday evening October 17th. As it happens we are able to cross of the last two items on our band "TO-DO" list, which are to play a shew with fellow Brooklynies Talk Normal, and also the phenomenal Skull Defekts from Sweden! Won't you please please join us one last time, before it all goes dark and our dreams slide once more into the sea to rot with their forgotten compatriots, leaving behind nothing but the quiet quiet of a hollowed out soul cast aside like a lamp no longer needed and drained, finally, of its light.

THANKS