Next week we're going into the studio to record some new tunes. Expect hourly progress reports. This time around, due to the extreme psychological and emotional trauma generated by our nightmarishly introspective creative process, we have decided to enter the studio with our therapist, Dr. Shakti "Moon-Flower" Rabinowitz. With the guidance of Dr. Moonflower, we hope to share, care, and possibly Rolf our way to the purest, most crystalline aural distillation of universal love and compassion since Brian Wilson's 'Smile'. Jews and Arabs will embrace in the streets, cats and dogs will speak in human voices, the planets will align, and at long last our third eyes will open as all at once we realize the joyful unity of creation.
Failing that, we will fill a small, hot basement with an absurd number of speakers and amplifiers, further straining an already groaning power grid with our own selfish and excessive requirements. We will make a terrible amount of noise for a very long time, at the end of which I will shout a lot of curse words into a microphone. The results will be appalling to some, entirely inconsequential to most, and potentially of some interest to a small group of very strange people.
