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.

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

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

Earl and I keep a working list of all our songs.  It’s called “Master Song List.”  We try to update it about as often as we write or start writing anything new, though it of course gets ignored a lot of the time.  Earl wrote two new songs this week, and that got me looking at the list again.  Below is a sampling of comments that both of us have written for various songs on the list, under a column titled “Status/Notes.”

Status/Notes
“A lot of potential, but needs attention”
“Needs some re-writing”
“Needs a lot of re-write help”
“overplayed – shelved”
“Fun”
“Needs re-write”
“Needs a hefty re-write”
“Needs music?”
“Abandoned”
“Disowned”
“Synth”
“cover – partially developed”
“A joke song.  Needs synth version.”
“ugh”

I’ll post the respective songs later so we can all make a game of matching them with these comments.

See us!  Hear us!  Believe us!

If you couldn’t decipher the title of this post, or the silly words above, there is going to be a thunderous rock-and-roll concert in less than a month. It’s going to be at Bottom of the Hill, San Francisco, CA.  It’s going to be with The Yellow Dress.  It’s going to be with Passenger and Pilot.  It’s going to be with the JJ Schultz Band.

Fan A: “FOUR bands?”  Fan B: “Our dreams have come true.”  Fan A: “Yep.”

Read on for some more information…

MORE INFORMATION:

Cover? $8.  Doors? 8:30pm.  Ages? 21+.  The order, chronologically? The JJ Schultz Band; Passenger and Pilot; Lime Colony; The Yellow Dress.

This show was conceived and assembled based on pure, hard, concrete scientific facts.  Equations were sketched and numbers were scattered.  Facial hair was grown and then furiously shaved.  Nothing could make you happier.

Happy Independence Day!  Party safe and report all fires.  And when you’re playing ‘Name All The Original Colonies’ (George Washington’s favorite drinking game, btw), don’t forget the fourteenth colony – Lime.  It’s near Delaware.

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