Stuff and ... stuff.
What the fudge. Mother of pearl. Is that the phone again? Take it off the hook - I'm busy, damn it. Busy as John Henry. What am I doing? Working on our new album, Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick. A decidedly low-tech collection, recorded in the clammy basement of the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill hear in soggy upstate New York, hammered out with great care and aplomb, dropped out of a three story window, and tied in a bow for your enjoyment. We hope you will be pleased, most pleased. Or at least, not angry, like our landlord, who is demanding all of the proceeds from our album sales in return for 47 months of back rent. (Turns out someone owns this dump after all. Who knew?) Anyroad, yes, yes, I'm working on a CD package for the limited run we will be burning, mostly for giveaways. Cowboy Scat is going to begin life as a digital release, for the most part. We'll send a copy to Nashville, one to Texas, one to Wyoming, and a few more of those big, square states out th...