We're moving into our new rehearsal space this weekend in Brooklyn. The vacant lot next door to the building is Rat Alley where at dusk, the ground starts to swarm with rats like a moving ocean of vermin.
Sweet.
Looks like I'll be sprinting to practice a lot more often.
EEK EEK EEK

Good news is the voice held out last night and Lucy got like 30 new names on our mailing list.
Bad news is someone wrote this morning asking to be removed from our list. Although it's pretty damn respectable that only two people in the history of Stupid have asked to be removed, I still take it totally personally and will probably obsess all day on why Jen Urban no longer likes me.
Jen, what did I do? Where did we go wrong?

Oh crap, I've got laryngitis.
Please let my voice come back before tonight's gig.
Please oh please oh please.
Don't know what to do.....can't cancel the gig.....been drinking hot tea and water all day to no avail....voice is almost gone.
Byrd thinks I can mind over matter it.
Sigh.
Alright Ehrlich, you can beat this.
No loser talk.