Gallant and Beloved Fans,

Your favorite music-makers are featured in an entry in The Deli SF Open Blog.  It’s a nice little featurette* featuring the cover of Lime Colony (the album) and a selected track from said album.  Go check it out (we’re a few entries down, so don’t lose hope so quickly, jeez.

http://sf.thedelimagazine.com/kitchen

-Earl

*authored by us

I awoke to find this note prominently displayed.

balls out, rocks on the floor, hammers in the bucket, snakes on the sled, soup in the suitcase, pants in the refrigerator, space cadets on Mt. Everest, cheese on fire, chicken in hand, flies in the popsicle, chin smoking, rat smelling, bottle squeezing, fiery, snotty, bewetted, bespectacled, rotten, trottin’, blottin’ wailing, taking a peek, stinkin’ a week, feeling up beaks, cartooning, crooning, careening, bug smashing, chain stealing, rivet tossing, desk painting, troll in the sauce, dream in your pants, flies under snakes, plane stealing, waffle staining, grass feigning, brain grazing, flippy, flappy, zippy, zappy, crushed pie, sandwich fried, guy wire throwing, trampoline stinging, steel crapping, foot shoveling, eyes in a boat, pickled corn float, giblet filled moat, siren slaughtering, hooker biting, john stomping, pawn chopping, crop flopping, stones next to a duck, whizzing on a truck, slicing through your pants, baboon in a trance, moon with a lance, jumping on the weasel, spilling all the diesel, packing up the easel, drippy, strippy, frippery, crapshoot.

You can catch Tim, Earl, Colin, and Will down at the Rockit Room (406 Clement Street) as they open for bands Hail The Sun / Clouds On Strings* with a slurry of rock and roll sounds.

See you there?

Love,
Lime Colony

*Two especially suitable band names, given recent atmospheric phenomena.

Ladies and Gentlemens,

We here at Lime Colony headquarters recently learned that…hold on…it’s hard to type when listening to music, even if it is The Heligoats…there…Ok, we learned that we will be kicking off a show with Hail the Sun and Clouds On Strings on Tuesday, January 19th t The Rockit Room. I’ve always really liked rockits.

The show starts at 8. We’d really like to see you there. It’s been months since that one time we met. You know. That one time.

On another musical note (GET IT?!), we’re this close to being done on the new album. Really, like thiiiiis close. So move forward on your seat until you’re pretty much on the edge of it. Good. Now stay there until we announce our CD release show (imminent).

Follow us LIVE on Twitter (twitter.com/limecolony).

Folks, this will be the last show (of 2009) EVER.  If you miss this, you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life.  And if not, you’ll regret it for HOURS.

At any rate, we’re doing an acoustic dinner show at the Beale St. Bar And Grill this Wednesday.  The show starts at 8.  Bring your santa clothes and your reindeer (and your festivus poles).  And your friends.

See you there, friends.

Please give me your katra.

Everyone! Mark your calendars! Lime Colony is playing this Saturday at the Beale St. Bar and Grill! If you missed the last show because of the hurricane, or if, like me, you just didn’t go, this is your big chance to see us right up in our faces!  The show starts at 8:30 and costs $5!  That’s pocket change (if you have very large pockets)!  Tell all your friends! Tell your neighbors! Tell your children! Exclamation!

8:30p, 21+, $5

You’re mad at me.

That’s why you’re being so quiet.

What did I do?

Why do you always get angry at me?

Was it that thing I said about your mother?

Look, I was just trying to be funny.

You know me, my jokes always go over wrong.

I didn’t mean anything by it.

(sigh)

Well.

I don’t know what you want me to say.

Just tell me what to say and I’ll say it, ok?

What do you mean, ‘that’s not what this is about’?

Oh.

OH.

That.

Ok.

Yeah.

Ok.

I see.

Jeez.

I forgot all about that.

I’m sorry.

I am.

No, I know it doesn’t make it any better, but I am sorry, for what it’s worth.

Why are you still angry?

Seriously.

Why are you still angry?

I said I’m sorry.

What else do you want?

Stop saying that! You’ve already said that!

Hey, don’t start calling names.

Don’t start being like that.

I’m not going to do this.

No, I’m not going to do this again. AGAIN.

No.

Talk to me when you’re ready to act like an adult.

No, YOU shut up.

Shut UP.

UGH.

Hey, look, now, you’re upsetting the kids.

Are you happy?

No, eff YOU.  Don’t talk to me like that.

Get out.

Now.

I don’t even want to look at you when you’re acting like this.

You’ve been drinking.

You have.

Son of a monkey.

No wonder.

You have to stop this.

You HAVE to.

It’s going to kill you.

Yes, it is. And it’s affecting all of us, too.

How many times has little Jimmy been late to school because you can’t get your hungover self out of bed on time?

How many times?

No, that IS fair.

That’s perfectly fair.

You can’t keep doing this.

You can’t.

God, you have to stop.

This is not working.

You can’t even speak anymore.

Look, you need to leave.

You need to leave and sober up and come back when you’re ready to behave like an adult.

You make your mother so proud.

THE END