So here we are less than two days from our self-imposed deadline of March 26th…the start of PAX East. Looking over my To-do list, another wave of panic saturated defeat washes over me as I realize what’s still left to do. Attempting to soldier on, I think back to how this whole thing started.
Beer. Yep…lots of beer is to blame. Curse you Sam Adams and your oh so tasty nectar! It’s your fault that we thought it possible to cobble this together in time for PAX. Your fault that we believed it possible to not only write quality songs, but record them with semi-professional results in time. And still your fault for leading us to believe that even with our rather clever marketing ploy that people would actually enjoy our hastily assembled odes to nostalgia and bacon.
Under the power of your wicked spell, we soldier on. Creating, scheming and cursing along an uncertain path, in hopes of finding our pot of gold…or lucky charms at the end. Now with the end in sight, and more uncertainty than ever, we scramble to patch the holes of a sinking ship. Anxiously awaiting the UPS man or begrudgingly fixing a drum track made too short. We’re as ready as we’re ever going to be, and we hope that you are too.
We’ll be in the back with Sam if you need us.