Once again, half-measures will avail us something. We’re hitting the road for a week, which, I suppose, would be as easy as study hall for a band of ass-marauders like Attack! Attack!, but for a band of distinguished older steeds like MINѺT, it’s a fucking miracle. See dates to the right. B.T. is making tour posters, which will no doubt silk-screened in the back of S.C.’s car on the way to the show… but they’ll look top-notch, I’m sure. We’re fortunate to be playing with a bunch of bands who practice, so chances are good that they will know what they’re doing and make our name look way better on the poster. They’ll also make the members of MINѺT look really good when we rush up onto stage during their sets with faux-modesty and frivolous lingering in order to bring the drummer a vodka gimlet or erect a downed mic stand that no one uses, because who would use a mic? Speaking of, this guy uses microphones. He sets them at a certain attitude to and distance from our instruments and somehow makes release-quality recordings. We will spend 4 glorious days with him and we cannot wait to feel his warm embrace and his auburn chest hair.