Home again

Being in a band is an almost unimaginably gigantic pain in the ass. And in the fingers. And in the back. I'd remembered the fun stuff, but I'd completely forgotten about the part where you carry lots of heavy stuff at 11:30 p.m. and then drive for three hours.

We're gonna get an Eggs website together for the upcoming shows, and we're trying to figure out whether it's viable to sell T-shirts. We will definitely be making a lot of records available for very little money. Which, come to think of it, is a phrase that neatly describes our career.