Say what you’d like about fathers.  Unless you’re about to dis mine.  Seriously.  We were chatting on facebook (like most people do with their parents), and a challenge was born.  Turn a (currently unfinished/unreleased) song that Jim and I recorded about two weeks ago into the exact opposite of the Simon-and-Garfunkel-esque old-folk lullaby music that it might be in its current state.  Part of the challenge:  the end result must be terrible and unlistenable.  The great K.R. Lary rarely ever backs down from a challenge (especially a fun minimal-effort-required musical challenge).  Unto us a child is given:

So here’s something special.  It isn’t necessarily worth posting, but it might amuse some folks out there on the web.

The Original:

The Remix:

The Response:

There was an invite-only, mini-IatL Reunion about a week ago.  Could there be more in the works?  Good question.

Jim is coming back state-side in December, and it seems that in January he’ll be moving down to DC for a couple years.  Moral of the story:  DC ain’t real far from DE (I mean there’s only DD between them… joke).  But seriously:  we’ll try to more actively churn out meaningless multimedia garbage for all of y’all… especially if we can manage to convince Ross to get involved.

It was too good a sentence not to write.  We’re not playing music or doing anything there other than having some coffee.  I assume the Silly Pillows (which is technically Jonathan but not Hilary) won’t be playing any music either, but that’s really not up to me.  I guess if you’re curious about this gibberish (and you’re near Newark) you should schedule an elaborate (but phony) casual meeting or chance encounter.

No news is good news (or so they say).