what up, people?

This morning was so cold I think I may never have children, or if I do they will be like tiny human icecubes or like the poor frozen trinkets on the island of lost toys. I mean, damn! It is cold out there. Yesterday I got an ice cream headache just walking to the T. I mean, damn!

Anywho, Fooled By April has been holed up in the very cold (notice a pattern?) basement of 26 Warwick working up some new rock magic. We have a bunch of new tunes and even a children's song entitled rock jam on bread (Ed note - not true).

Anywho, that's about it from here. Until next time...