Music For Relaxing

Tonight was to be the debut of Cobrato at Gus' Pub. But then I got a fever. And then Spencer got sick. I'm feeling not bad now, and Spen was willing to make a go of it, but then Dave came down with a wicked flu that has kept him in bed all day. So, we'll have to wait until next time to take the city by storm. Oh well, flus happen.


In other news, Rob's doing a-ok. I have been remiss in mentioning his new business on this page though. That's right, Rob is now a publisher. Basically, it just means that he now struts around in a snazzy pinstripe suit, bosses people around and has lots of money to spend. Oh sure, everyone thinks he's on top of the world, but you don't hear him talking in his sleep, all alone, late at night. "Rosebud....."

Oh wait, it's not like that at all. Check out Invisible Publishing to find out more.

Christian is still on tour. Or dead. Or maybe just dead tired. I'm going to assume no news is good news. Sadly, Laura's time with us is all too short. She accepted a job in Toronto and won't be coming back. Unless she changes her mind. You just never know with that zany Laura.

And Scrapperton is great. He's no longer a kitten, not yet a tomcat. More accurately, we got him neutered, like the conscientious dads that we are.

And in general, life is great at the ranch. Lots of recording going on, lots of practicing, and lots of bicycle repair. Robbie finished up Jaime's (of Northwood East) snazzy robin egg blue 1-gear ride, and he's been working on another one. For Tiina I think (also of Northwood East). And Jade and I painted up her free bike (courtesy of Young Phoenix). Gold. Solid freakin' gold. It looks awesome.