Hammer Mill Days

What time is it again? Morning already ? Christ on a bike. If I don't start getting some sleep, you'll have to take over the bailing duties. Ooops. Sorry. Didn't realize I was typing this into a blog post (or that anyone was looking at me from the imaginary wall-side of my three-walled room). We were in the process of working out chore assignments here in the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill on this cold March morning in upstate New York, home of ... well, abandoned factories ... and crack-head shooters ... and nervous deer. Come visit anytime! The thing is, we are working diligently on the mixing of our next album, Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick - an odd, patchy collection of songs from a forgotten musical about Cousin (Governor) Rick Perry (the score for which, legend has it, was lost over the side of a pleasure craft on Lake Tahoe back in the seventies. True story). This painstaking work can sometimes last one, maybe two hours at a stretch, over an unrelenting sch

North Korea has unilaterally withdrawn from its 1953 ceasefire agreement with South Korea, cutting the emergency hotline between the two halves of this divided peninsula. The move has been roundly condemned as provocative and an indication of increasing cravenness on the part of third-generation great leader Kim Jong Un, whose government recently tested a nuclear device. As reported on NPR and other major news networks, this behavior is portrayed as almost innate, not rooted in anything other than blind aggression and dogmatic fealty to the North's longstanding cult of personality and garrison state mentality.  All they know of us.  Now, it is true that the North Korean state is an ossified, garrison state, very oppressive - a dungeon, even. I can't defend it. But they didn't arrive at this state of affairs without prompting. There is one thing they want: a non-aggression treaty with the United States. Because the war of 1950-53 was fought with the U.S. more than