Having started an EP back in 2009 that just wasn’t up to par, taking a break from shows and re-arranging the lineup, I’ve come to accept that things have to change. Most weekends, as soon as I could get anyone to go along with me (usually Rob, another extremely good sport, friend and talented film maker) I’d start hitting the sauce and black out before it was dark out. But you can’t avoid the inevitable, and this record will be written whether I’m there for it or not, so I’ve taken a break from the good times until we get the record in the bag. Some talented people are able to get destroyed and still come up with great music, art and literature and make strengths from their weaknesses. I’m not one of them, and laying in bed all day with a trash can next to me after a night of drinking red wine, listening to a mashup of Beamer Benz and Bentley, Hammer Smashed Face, various Stooges tunes and some Pontiak doesn’t do much in the way of creativity. I can get a blog post about it at most… (Even though I can’t write under those circumstances we did film a ton of dumb shit that may make it into a little film if I can get motivated enough to plod through hours of ridiculous footage). So instead of going to sleep at 6am, I’ve been getting up, walking around the neighborhood before the Path Train bring in the dregs, reading some and just listening to the songs in my head. It’s been about a month and things are shifting in an interesting direction. I have so much time on my hands… Once we wrap I’ll jump down a manhole and me and the chuds will rock some whiskey pong, and it will be something worth celebrating.  Tony

Having started an EP back in 2009 that just wasn’t up to par, taking a break from shows and re-arranging the lineup, I’ve come to accept that things have to change. Most weekends, as soon as I could get anyone to go along with me (usually Rob, another extremely good sport, friend and talented film maker) I’d start hitting the sauce and black out before it was dark out. But you can’t avoid the inevitable, and this record will be written whether I’m there for it or not, so I’ve taken a break from the good times until we get the record in the bag. Some talented people are able to get destroyed and still come up with great music, art and literature and make strengths from their weaknesses. I’m not one of them, and laying in bed all day with a trash can next to me after a night of drinking red wine, listening to a mashup of Beamer Benz and Bentley, Hammer Smashed Face, various Stooges tunes and some Pontiak doesn’t do much in the way of creativity. I can get a blog post about it at most… (Even though I can’t write under those circumstances we did film a ton of dumb shit that may make it into a little film if I can get motivated enough to plod through hours of ridiculous footage). So instead of going to sleep at 6am, I’ve been getting up, walking around the neighborhood before the Path Train bring in the dregs, reading some and just listening to the songs in my head. It’s been about a month and things are shifting in an interesting direction. I have so much time on my hands… Once we wrap I’ll jump down a manhole and me and the chuds will rock some whiskey pong, and it will be something worth celebrating. 

Tony