I'd been meaning to do an update over the past few days, but kept putting it off - first because I realized it was April Fool's Day, and from there just because it was practically the stupidest week ever. Stupid (in part) like when you're trying to write a bunch of stuff, but you figure no one will like it anyway, so you end up playing Smash TV for PlayStation until late hours of the night, because you figure "Why not, not like I have anything better to do anyway."

That brings me to: Lost Locker Combo is going to do a new record, roughly speaking, over the course of the next two months-ish (by which I mean, "Lost Locker Combo has it's own crazy ways of doing things, and the last record took something like two years to completely finish and release"). But, I decided I'm going to attempt to "Blog" the whole process. Give people an opportunity to have an insiders look into the glamorous music biz.

THAT brings me to: I was out until 3 AM last night, at my friend's pro-wrestling match/after party. I made a sign at the show that said "WHO FARTED?", and a bunch of kids kept pointing and yelling "I DON'T KNOW!". I think I blew my voice out from heckling, my favorite being when they introduced someone from Brooklyn, and played absolutely no entrance music whatsoever, which was met with "WHAT, ARE YOU QUEUING UP THE VAMPIRE WEEKEND RECORD?", because that's the kind of thing you yell when you're hilarious like me. I also ate a bunch of White Castle, and at a 7-11 around 1:30 (My suggestion: Do NOT get a "Mutant Berry" Slurpee, because by "Mutant" they mean "FUCKING GROSS"). Now I'm getting ready to get on the train, to head to Queens to start on "Record pre-production", by which I mean "We need to finish writing it".

By which I mean "I'm going to be sleeping in the Ill Street Studio all day."

(Hilarious post-notes - apparently spell check changes "Playstation" to "PlayStation", and capitalizes "Slurpee". The internet runs a tight ship.)