Alrighty then, I finally have an Internet connection, so all you lovely little people who have been getting pissed off at me for no updating this thing can settle back in for weekly updates. Playing tonight, which is Friday at Sputnicks up in homewood. Looks to be a pretty cool show, you should all come. We're getting ready for our move up to the big bad city of Chicago in a little less than a month, and I gotta say its kinda scary. I mean I'm from St Louis, Chicago's cold. Like really cold. I have no idea what the hell Lake Effect Snow means. I mean, I know what it means in a literal sense, but I've never had to survive a winter with it. You have to wonder what the first settlers we're thinking ....Oh honey this looks like a good place to freeze our asses off...? Now its not that I don't like Chicago, its a great city, in the summer. Frankly I'm used to walking around all winter in nothing but a hoody and being only a litle cold, things are gonna change in that regard I can feel it. So if you see a short kid wearing eight coats walking towards the Metro, that'll be me. Stop and say Hi.

Anyway, we've got T-shirts and CD's on sale online. That's right kids, get your parents credit cards ready, you'll be able to CHARGE IT. This is of course courtesy of our good friends at atomic stuff We're now also taking orders for the CD, should be done May 4th. Send $6.50 to 307 W Vernon Normal IL 61761 and we'll get the sonofabitch out to you as soon as we can.

So I have a new idea for getting myself famous. I'm going to call on the services of that universally loved and revered columnist Ann Landers. I figure if we can get 300 people, just 300 people to write her about this amazing new band Off Balance, we can force her to write an article about us. Then, all we have to do is sit back and wait for soccer moms an retirees all over America to order the new CD. That, and I would pay to se the look on her face after reading 300 emails about a punk band. So for the love of god, write Ann Landers, do it for the punks.

There is no Dana, only Zoul