This lovely photo is by Charles Flexon and is copywritten as such

Well, back from abroad. Cold as hell. Car's heater doesn't even work. Some mornings I wince when waking up and stepping onto the cold hard floor. I spend many evenings huddled beside my space heater imagining what it would be like if it i could live inside it like some Gnome wanting nothing to do with the garden he came from. Which reminds me of that oft-repeated prank where they take the little Gnome statue around and take pictures of it all over the world and then return it to the owner. Actually, that wouldn't really be that bad I could go for that.

Anyway, I digress. The business at hand is that our vinyl LP was sent off to pressing this past week. We here at the Memorial camp have been working at a snail's pace, but good things always require lots of procrastination and statements like, "wait...i thought i sent you the lyrics for the layout?" and especially, "Yea, I'll look into that tomorrow".

We have put up a little live performance (played acoustically) of a song off the new record called "Spades".

So enjoy Pete doing his best to put on a one man show for a few people hanging around with nothing better to do then listen. However, in listening one finds answers. But in answers, one just finds more questions. Ain't that a bitch...