Hey Guys, Update on the new album.

Just wanted to let you know we're working hard here in the studio. Phase 3 of recording is now complete which means that next we need to bring in Eric Von "Jailhouse Blues" on the blowing harp. He did such a good job on "It Could Have Been Me" that we are having him on just about every track, actually, every track.
We have 4 tracks completed.
Footprints on my Ass
Don't take me for Dinner
I Wasn't Born To Swallow
and Private Parts
It's really sounding grand, kind of a mix between the BG's and Rage Against the Machine with a little Sugar Ray and Stone Roses. OH and Kenny Loggins makes an appearance on the cover of "Home on the Range" Here, let me sing you a couple verses:
"Home on the Range, where the drunks and the hookers all go, where seldom is heard, only discouraging words, and the beer is flowing all day, my car is great" Speaking of my car, KROQ gave it away, but I stole it back. Some bastard in the City of Industry won it, but I took a mag light to his garage window and hot-wired the mother fucker, mother fucker. You know what I say about stealing cars...sometimes the cars won't open, but you know what? Sometimes we steal the FUCK out of them. That's right...I was drunk as hell and I stole the biggest mother fucker there.
Also, George Bush continues his shit streak.
Oh, and about my kids...

They're doing Great

However they kept demanding Volcom Stone Shirts...I told them they could only wear Black Kat Kustom. And then I back handed them, then it got a little fuzzy...nah just joking! hahahaha...I grew up in a broken home. Where my dad used to run me over with his motorcycle.

You know I named Sick Boy after my dad.

You know Eric Von "Jailhouse" is really cool. Sometimes when it's late at night and I've run out of heroin I call "Jailhouse" and he plays me a tune on his harmonica.

I was hanging out at the Rockin' Taco yesterday and I noticed Black Hole Records was across the street. I ran into my old friend I used to roadie for back in '77...good ole' Bill Evans...we talked and then I kicked his ass. He was trying to explain to me about some thing called a poster rack. What the fuck is that? And then I saw this kid come in, called himself...two drinks or somethin or other...he kicked my ass for kicking Bill's ass...you can't win them all.

You know that's an important thing to know, you can't win them all, there are winners and losers and you just hope you don't get the bad luck. Have you ever scratched at the 8 ball? Have your enemies ever gotton near? But you never knew the reason why? I do...it's because of ass holes like Bill Evans.

Then I went back to my house and there was this alligator who came from Laque Paque Tacos...he had Nike Pumps on and a Black Fadora hat on. He turned to me and said "If you build it, they will come" and I said "I'm not Kevin Costner" and he was like "Oh" and I was like "Bill's a fucker."

So then my old friend Chuck Biscuits came by and offered me some biscuits...tasted like shit...they were hard as fuck so I chucked them through his car's windows. He was driving a 91 Honda Accord.

You know Hondas are reliable cars however I prefer 57 Chevrolet's.

Speaking of my car, KROQ gave it away, but I stole it back. Some bastard in the City of Industry won it, but I took a mag light to his garage window and hot-wired the mother fucker, mother fucker. You know what I say about stealing cars...sometimes the cars won't open, but you know what? Sometimes we steal the FUCK out of them. That's right...I was drunk as hell and I stole the biggest mother fucker there.
Also, George Bush continues his shit streak.
Oh, and about my kids...

They're doing Great

However they kept demanding Volcom Stone Shirts...I told them they could only wear Black Kat Kustom. And then I back handed them, then it got a little fuzzy...nah just joking! hahahaha...I grew up in a broken home. Where my dad used to run me over with his motorcycle.

You know I named Sick Boy after my dad.

You know Eric Von "Jailhouse" is really cool. Sometimes when it's late at night and I've run out of heroin I call "Jailhouse" and he plays me a tune on his harmonica.

I was hanging out at the Rockin' Taco yesterday and I noticed Black Hole Records was across the street. I ran into my old friend I used to roadie for back in '77...good ole' Bill Evans...we talked and then I kicked his ass. He was trying to explain to me about some thing called a poster rack. What the fuck is that? And then I saw this kid come in, called himself...two drinks or somethin or other...he kicked my ass for kicking Bill's ass...you can't win them all.

You know that's an important thing to know, you can't win them all, there are winners and losers and you just hope you don't get the bad luck. Have you ever scratched at the 8 ball? Have your enemies ever gotton near? But you never knew the reason why? I do...it's because of ass holes like Bill Evans.

Then I went back to my house and there was this alligator who came from Laque Paque Tacos...he had Nike Pumps on and a Black Fadora hat on. He turned to me and said "If you build it, they will come" and I said "I'm not Kevin Costner" and he was like "Oh" and I was like "Bill's a fucker."

So then my old friend Chuck Biscuits came by and offered me some biscuits...tasted like shit...they were hard as fuck so I chucked them through his car's windows. He was driving a 91 Honda Accord.

You know Hondas are reliable cars however I prefer 57 Chevrolet's.

Speaking of my car, KROQ gave it away, but I stole it back. Some bastard in the City of Industry won it, but I took a mag light to his garage window and hot-wired the mother fucker, mother fucker. You know what I say about stealing cars...sometimes the cars won't open, but you know what? Sometimes we steal the FUCK out of them. That's right...I was drunk as hell and I stole the biggest mother fucker there.
Also, George Bush continues his shit streak.
Oh, and about my kids...

They're doing Great

However they kept demanding Volcom Stone Shirts...I told them they could only wear Black Kat Kustom. And then I back handed them, then it got a little fuzzy...nah just joking! hahahaha...I grew up in a broken home. Where my dad used to run me over with his motorcycle.

You know I named Sick Boy after my dad.

You know Eric Von "Jailhouse" is really cool. Sometimes when it's late at night and I've run out of heroin I call "Jailhouse" and he plays me a tune on his harmonica.

I was hanging out at the Rockin' Taco yesterday and I noticed Black Hole Records was across the street. I ran into my old friend I used to roadie for back in '77...good ole' Bill Evans...we talked and then I kicked his ass. He was trying to explain to me about some thing called a poster rack. What the fuck is that? And then I saw this kid come in, called himself...two drinks or somethin or other...he kicked my ass for kicking Bill's ass...you can't win them all.

You know that's an important thing to know, you can't win them all, there are winners and losers and you just hope you don't get the bad luck. Have you ever scratched at the 8 ball? Have your enemies ever gotton near? But you never knew the reason why? I do...it's because of ass holes like Bill Evans.

Then I went back to my house and there was this alligator who came from Laque Paque Tacos...he had Nike Pumps on and a Black Fadora hat on. He turned to me and said "If you build it, they will come" and I said "I'm not Kevin Costner" and he was like "Oh" and I was like "Bill's a fucker."

So then my old friend Chuck Biscuits came by and offered me some biscuits...tasted like shit...they were hard as fuck so I chucked them through his car's windows. He was driving a 91 Honda Accord.

You know Hondas are reliable cars however I prefer 57 Chevrolet's.

Speaking of my car, KROQ gave it away, but I stole it back. Some bastard in the City of Industry won it, but I took a mag light to his garage window and hot-wired the mother fucker, mother fucker. You know what I say about stealing cars...sometimes the cars won't open, but you know what? Sometimes we steal the FUCK out of them. That's right...I was drunk as hell and I stole the biggest mother fucker there.
Also, George Bush continues his shit streak.
Oh, and about my kids...

They're doing Great

However they kept demanding Volcom Stone Shirts...I told them they could only wear Black Kat Kustom. And then I back handed them, then it got a little fuzzy...nah just joking! hahahaha...I grew up in a broken home. Where my dad used to run me over with his motorcycle.

You know I named Sick Boy after my dad.

You know Eric Von "Jailhouse" is really cool. Sometimes when it's late at night and I've run out of heroin I call "Jailhouse" and he plays me a tune on his harmonica.

I was hanging out at the Rockin' Taco yesterday and I noticed Black Hole Records was across the street. I ran into my old friend I used to roadie for back in '77...good ole' Bill Evans...we talked and then I kicked his ass. He was trying to explain to me about some thing called a poster rack. What the fuck is that? And then I saw this kid come in, called himself...two drinks or somethin or other...he kicked my ass for kicking Bill's ass...you can't win them all.

You know that's an important thing to know, you can't win them all, there are winners and losers and you just hope you don't get the bad luck. Have you ever scratched at the 8 ball? Have your enemies ever gotton near? But you never knew the reason why? I do...it's because of ass holes like Bill Evans.

Then I went back to my house and there was this alligator who came from Laque Paque Tacos...he had Nike Pumps on and a Black Fadora hat on. He turned to me and said "If you build it, they will come" and I said "I'm not Kevin Costner" and he was like "Oh" and I was like "Bill's a fucker."

So then my old friend Chuck Biscuits came by and offered me some biscuits...tasted like shit...they were hard as fuck so I chucked them through his car's windows. He was driving a 91 Honda Accord.

You know Hondas are reliable cars however I prefer 57 Chevrolet's.

Speaking of my car, KROQ gave it away, but I stole it back. Some bastard in the City of Industry won it, but I took a mag light to his garage window and hot-wired the mother fucker, mother fucker. You know what I say about stealing cars...sometimes the cars won't open, but you know what? Sometimes we steal the FUCK out of them. That's right...I was drunk as hell and I stole the biggest mother fucker there.
Also, George Bush continues his shit streak.
Oh, and about my kids...

They're doing Great

However they kept demanding Volcom Stone Shirts...I told them they could only wear Black Kat Kustom. And then I back handed them, then it got a little fuzzy...nah just joking! hahahaha...I grew up in a broken home. Where my dad used to run me over with his motorcycle.

You know I named Sick Boy after my dad.

You know Eric Von "Jailhouse" is really cool. Sometimes when it's late at night and I've run out of heroin I call "Jailhouse" and he plays me a tune on his harmonica.

I was hanging out at the Rockin' Taco yesterday and I noticed Black Hole Records was across the street. I ran into my old friend I used to roadie for back in '77...good ole' Bill Evans...we talked and then I kicked his ass. He was trying to explain to me about some thing called a poster rack. What the fuck is that? And then I saw this kid come in, called himself...two drinks or somethin or other...he kicked my ass for kicking Bill's ass...you can't win them all.

You know that's an important thing to know, you can't win them all, there are winners and losers and you just hope you don't get the bad luck. Have you ever scratched at the 8 ball? Have your enemies ever gotton near? But you never knew the reason why? I do...it's because of ass holes like Bill Evans.

Then I went back to my house and there was this alligator who came from Laque Paque Tacos...he had Nike Pumps on and a Black Fadora hat on. He turned to me and said "If you build it, they will come" and I said "I'm not Kevin Costner" and he was like "Oh" and I was like "Bill's a fucker."

So then my old friend Chuck Biscuits came by and offered me some biscuits...tasted like shit...they were hard as fuck so I chucked them through his car's windows. He was driving a 91 Honda Accord.

You know Hondas are reliable cars however I prefer 57 Chevrolet's.

Speaking of my car, KROQ gave it away, but I stole it back. Some bastard in the City of Industry won it, but I took a mag light to his garage window and hot-wired the mother fucker, mother fucker. You know what I say about stealing cars...sometimes the cars won't open, but you know what? Sometimes we steal the FUCK out of them. That's right...I was drunk as hell and I stole the biggest mother fucker there.
Also, George Bush continues his shit streak.
Oh, and about my kids...

They're doing Great

However they kept demanding Volcom Stone Shirts...I told them they could only wear Black Kat Kustom. And then I back handed them, then it got a little fuzzy...nah just joking! hahahaha...I grew up in a broken home. Where my dad used to run me over with his motorcycle.

You know I named Sick Boy after my dad.

You know Eric Von "Jailhouse" is really cool. Sometimes when it's late at night and I've run out of heroin I call "Jailhouse" and he plays me a tune on his harmonica.

I was hanging out at the Rockin' Taco yesterday and I noticed Black Hole Records was across the street. I ran into my old friend I used to roadie for back in '77...good ole' Bill Evans...we talked and then I kicked his ass. He was trying to explain to me about some thing called a poster rack. What the fuck is that? And then I saw this kid come in, called himself...two drinks or somethin or other...he kicked my ass for kicking Bill's ass...you can't win them all.

You know that's an important thing to know, you can't win them all, there are winners and losers and you just hope you don't get the bad luck. Have you ever scratched at the 8 ball? Have your enemies ever gotton near? But you never knew the reason why? I do...it's because of ass holes like Bill Evans.

Then I went back to my house and there was this alligator who came from Laque Paque Tacos...he had Nike Pumps on and a Black Fadora hat on. He turned to me and said "If you build it, they will come" and I said "I'm not Kevin Costner" and he was like "Oh" and I was like "Bill's a fucker."

So then my old friend Chuck Biscuits came by and offered me some biscuits...tasted like shit...they were hard as fuck so I chucked them through his car's windows. He was driving a 91 Honda Accord.

You know Hondas are reliable cars however I prefer 57 Chevrolet's.

Speaking of my car, KROQ gave it away, but I stole it back. Some bastard in the City of Industry won it, but I took a mag light to his garage window and hot-wired the mother fucker, mother fucker. You know what I say about stealing cars...sometimes the cars won't open, but you know what? Sometimes we steal the FUCK out of them. That's right...I was drunk as hell and I stole the biggest mother fucker there.
Also, George Bush continues his shit streak.
Oh, and about my kids...

They're doing Great

However they kept demanding Volcom Stone Shirts...I told them they could only wear Black Kat Kustom. And then I back handed them, then it got a little fuzzy...nah just joking! hahahaha...I grew up in a broken home. Where my dad used to run me over with his motorcycle.

You know I named Sick Boy after my dad.

You know Eric Von "Jailhouse" is really cool. Sometimes when it's late at night and I've run out of heroin I call "Jailhouse" and he plays me a tune on his harmonica.

I was hanging out at the Rockin' Taco yesterday and I noticed Black Hole Records was across the street. I ran into my old friend I used to roadie for back in '77...good ole' Bill Evans...we talked and then I kicked his ass. He was trying to explain to me about some thing called a poster rack. What the fuck is that? And then I saw this kid come in, called himself...two drinks or somethin or other...he kicked my ass for kicking Bill's ass...you can't win them all.

You know that's an important thing to know, you can't win them all, there are winners and losers and you just hope you don't get the bad luck. Have you ever scratched at the 8 ball? Have your enemies ever gotton near? But you never knew the reason why? I do...it's because of ass holes like Bill Evans.

Then I went back to my house and there was this alligator who came from Laque Paque Tacos...he had Nike Pumps on and a Black Fadora hat on. He turned to me and said "If you build it, they will come" and I said "I'm not Kevin Costner" and he was like "Oh" and I was like "Bill's a fucker."

So then my old friend Chuck Biscuits came by and offered me some biscuits...tasted like shit...they were hard as fuck so I chucked them through his car's windows. He was driving a 91 Honda Accord.

You know Hondas are reliable cars however I prefer 57 Chevrolet's.

Speaking of my car, KROQ gave it away, but I stole it back. Some bastard in the City of Industry won it, but I took a mag light to his garage window and hot-wired the mother fucker, mother fucker. You know what I say about stealing cars...sometimes the cars won't open, but you know what? Sometimes we steal the FUCK out of them. That's right...I was drunk as hell and I stole the biggest mother fucker there.
Also, George Bush continues his shit streak.
Oh, and about my kids...

They're doing Great

However they kept demanding Volcom Stone Shirts...I told them they could only wear Black Kat Kustom. And then I back handed them, then it got a little fuzzy...nah just joking! hahahaha...I grew up in a broken home. Where my dad used to run me over with his motorcycle.

You know I named Sick Boy after my dad.

You know Eric Von "Jailhouse" is really cool. Sometimes when it's late at night and I've run out of heroin I call "Jailhouse" and he plays me a tune on his harmonica.

I was hanging out at the Rockin' Taco yesterday and I noticed Black Hole Records was across the street. I ran into my old friend I used to roadie for back in '77...good ole' Bill Evans...we talked and then I kicked his ass. He was trying to explain to me about some thing called a poster rack. What the fuck is that? And then I saw this kid come in, called himself...two drinks or somethin or other...he kicked my ass for kicking Bill's ass...you can't win them all.

You know that's an important thing to know, you can't win them all, there are winners and losers and you just hope you don't get the bad luck. Have you ever scratched at the 8 ball? Have your enemies ever gotton near? But you never knew the reason why? I do...it's because of ass holes like Bill Evans.

Then I went back to my house and there was this alligator who came from Laque Paque Tacos...he had Nike Pumps on and a Black Fadora hat on. He turned to me and said "If you build it, they will come" and I said "I'm not Kevin Costner" and he was like "Oh" and I was like "Bill's a fucker."

So then my old friend Chuck Biscuits came by and offered me some biscuits...tasted like shit...they were hard as fuck so I chucked them through his car's windows. He was driving a 91 Honda Accord.

You know Hondas are reliable cars however I prefer 57 Chevrolet's.

Happy New Year's!

M. Ness

P.S. Bill Evans is a dickweed.