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I was just stopping in to say I miss music.  I miss making it. I miss listening to it.  And more importantly, I miss writing it.  I’m about to fucking burst with music.  I feel like I’ve been drinking coffee all day on a long, long drive and I can’t find a place to pee.  I mean, fucking burst.  With music.  All over my pants.  Ewww…

I’ve been so busy lately. After putting together the Square Tire Music launch show, I had to get back to work studying for a class I’m taking. It’s an online class. And it has to do with computer programming. And it is just about the most difficult and crazy thing I’ve done in a long, long time.

Basically, I feel like I really needed to pee, right? And so I’m walking around looking for a bathroom and instead stumble on some guy, lying on an operating table, with his chest cracked open, and there are some people looking at me saying, “Aren’t you gonna operate?” And I’m like, “But I’m a musician.” And they’re like, “So. You need to operate.” And so I grab a scapel and I reach into the body, and I start fiddling with things. And there’s blood spraying everywhere, and women are fainting, and men are puking. And well, that’s basically the way I feel about this class. Especially the part about needing to pee.

So I hope you guys can forgive me for being absent for a little while. I think I haven’t been on this site since the 18th or 19th of May. Sheesh, where is all the time going?

With pukings and bleedings and viscera flying,

Mike TV

So, I just discovered this “strikethrough” option in the bloggy software.  It just goes through and crosses everything out while you’re typing it.  Which is a pretty good idea if you feel like writing something you don’t mean, but don’t want to go through the trouble of not writing it.  I can type and type and type and type, and it’s all invalidated as soon as I type it!  Awesome! This is gonna be a huge time-saver.  Instead of spending all my time not typing things, I can just use “strikethrough,” and at the end it’s like I didn’t even type it at all!

I know, I know, this video doesn’t show up on our band page. Whaddya want? We’re musicians, not web-designers. Sheesh. But if you just click through to the actual blog you should see this video in all of it’s shining, videoey glory. Yes, I said it. Videoey. What? Wanna make something of it?

It’s at the Center for the Arts in Eagle Rock!  It’s happening on May 16th!  It’s gonna be glorious!  So don’t miss it.  Woot!!

Well, it’s a been a long time coming. But here we are. Finally off of MySpace. Finally on our own site. Woo! We’ll be maintaining our MySpace, Facebook, and other sites. But we’re only gonna give them the barest of attention as all of our focus is now gonna shift to Square Tire. Any suggestions, thoughts, ideas, and especially compliments are totally welcome.

With the mighty roar of cannons,

Mike TV

Here is another bulletin. It is a bit haggard, this bulletin. A bit worn around the edges. It’s been around the block a few times, this bulletin. It had a promising start, however. Good schools. Good grades. A hard-worker. And then, at some point, right around early adulthood, this bulletin started hanging out with…well, not the wrong crowd per say. I mean, to look at them, they looked like they were the right crowd. Bulletins from wealthy families. Smart. Good looking. The types of bulletins you’d like to take home to meet your parents. And that’s exactly how it started. But this bulletin, in the company of those other bulletins, started getting into some pretty risky behavior. First the drug use. And the wild, unprotected sex. The drinking of each others’ blood. Fornicating with kitchen appliances. Reckless driving. The blowing up of small churches. Crossing i’s and dotting t’s. Smoking. Handjobs on the operating table. Small molehills transformed into medium sized mountains. Wearing white after labor day. Kissing cousins. Impregnating minds. The works.

After three long years of utterly depraved acts of senseless joy and abandon, this bulletin has ended up here, sitting in front of you, smelling of cheap cigarettes and rubbing alcohol. Please, don’t just toss it out. Please have mercy. Too many bulletins go in and out of decent homes, only to be tossed aside like so much litter. Like trash. Like, unwanted garbage. This bulletin, that once had such a promising career, that coulda been anything, that wanted to be so much more, is now, empty. Wiped out. Erased. Devoid of meaning. Lost. Worse than lost. Abandoned.

Please, take the time to print this bulletin out. Love it. Introduce it to your other bulletins. Those bulletins that you cherish. Those little slices of perfect prose that you hold dear to your heart because they remind you that life isn’t always a bundle of chaos, noise, and mind-numbing static. Sometimes, in the sea of nonsense, there shows up a few words, a thought, an idea, an epiphany that makes perfect sense. And it is those types of bulletins, those unbridled, unfettered ideas of electric current that course from your brain to the tips of your nipples to the webbing between your toes, it is those types of bulletins that this bulletin aspired to be. Alas, it just didn’t get there. Give this bulletin a home. Because everything needs a place to belong.

With a hand reaching down to lift a bulletin up,

Mike TV