Fork in Nose # 1

Hey dudes. I am on my lunchbreak at work. Lately I think I'm so sick of being on a computer all day at work, that when I get home, the last thing I want to do is get back on one to do shit like this. Sorry about the drought.

So Tonight We Ride recorded the main tracks of a five-song little EP, or whatever you wanna call it. Sounds pretty awesome so far. Especially the drums. Our buddy Dave did it for us, and he knows what's up. Now I have to go back in a add an occational additional guitar, and do the vocals. I'll keep you posted, and of course, give you a listen when its ready.

This is a dull time of year, and its freezing in Chicago everyday now, so it deturs you from doing much. Its hard not to get into a rut of total complacency. I'm trying to fight it though.

The world of the subconcious is more exciting, however. Had a crazy dream the other night that went like this:

I was in a parking lot with some friends and two trucks with enclosed trailer pulled up - one red and one white. I had to choose which one I was departing in. My second city friends were all leaving in the white one, so they were urging me to go with them. I pretended I was, but at the last second (no pun intended), I ditched them and dove into the red trailer, at which point an anonymous hand closed and locked me in. I had no idea who or what was in it and it was pitch black, completely enclosed. As it drove off, I realize someone else was in there. "Hi Uncle Al." It was my nephew Thomas. I could only hear him. I was glad he was there, but also scared he was there. I frantically looked for an opening or a hole or crack, desperately wanted to see where we were. I could find nothing, just pure black. After struggling with this for a good while, Thomas called me over to the back of the truck saying "its over here, Uncle Al." I sat down beside him and the back of the truck slid open like a huge dresser drawer. I looked around, eyes adjusting to the light, to see that we were casually rolling through some kind of fake forrest, where the trees we composed of rough, ripped cardboard. There were green cellophane leaves and all kinds of other little details that someone had painstakingly created. Thomas looked around bright-eyed and smiling. As we passed a row of spooky ghosts made of sugar cookie and covered with white icing, Thomas said "Yay! Daddy made spooky ghosts!" A voice from above responded "Hey, you called them "spooky"! Thanks Thomas." I looked up to see a giant Frank, my brother-in-law and Thomas' dad. He was the one crafting the environment that surrounded us.

Man the brain is weird.

TODAY We Ride.

About to hop in the shower and grab the Tele and head over to our buddy Dave's studio for our first Tonight We Ride recording session. Should be awesome. I'll keep you posted. Should be coming out of the insanely busy work haze a bit after our deadline of Tuesday - so I'll try to get back to you then. Thanks for tunin' it to the douche.

Sorry - been busy as shit.