Kick ass week! The economy is in the tank. That crazy, power-mad lady from your PTA meetings who couldn't even run the bake sale is poised to become vice president, and her running mate is a corpse who rises from the crypt every night groaning "maaaaaveriiiiick.... maaaaaveriiiiiiick!!!!" like a deranged extra from Top Gun, thirsting to feed on the blood of Arabs. My student loans are in default, and even my late fees at Blockbuster have been referred to a collection agency.

And yet all is not lost. Work has finally begun in earnest on the GTBT album, as last night we went into the studio and knocked out five basic tracks with Chris Russo (of Dreadful Yawns fame [p.s. - I'd like to give a shout out to Drunk Betty]), and over the course of October, we'll be making a record whose explicitly stated purpose is to make three part falsetto harmonies cool again. We will proceed as we did last night, blazing relentlessly through one track after another, until we get too loaded and regress to jamming on Foghat. That's right. Foghat. Told you we were cool.

Also, just as significantly, tonight we play Tower 2012 in Cleveland with The Dreadful Yawns and Antlers. I love the Tower. It's the last venue in town where you can bring your own pint of Mad Dog 20/20, smoke inside, get your face rocked off, and wrap up the night by spooning a drifter in a state of advanced alcoholic catatonia. That's what you call a win-win-win-win situation. And I relish the prospect of playing with the Yawns, who have been one of my favorite bands ever since I moved to Cleveland, and who remind us all that there is still a place in the universe for psychedelicspacegaragenoise with a heart of gold. It never fails to put a huge fucking smile on my face. So come, rock with us. Rosh Hashana is over, and now it's time to party!