People,

We here in the Fooled By April camp have a very big weekend coming up and I am literally drunk with excitement (and peppermint schnapps). We have ungodly rocking shows on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, hitting the burgs of Worcester, NYC and good old Boston itself.

This is a good thing, because we haven't played together too much recently and we need a shot in the arm. In some ways a band is like a guitar. A good guitar will only stay a good guitar if it is played. If you just store it away for a few years it will slowly break itself and eventually will be unusable. To fully extend this metaphor, the past couple months of relative inaction have been like being stored away in a closet. The rock joints have all gotten stiff and need to be oiled, the neck is a little warped and the strings are having a hard time understanding each other.

But by saturday night we shall be the fearsome beast of rock you have all come to know and love. so we hope to see you.