Hi all.
I don't normally write about this, but I am fuck-ed up, and the new track I've been working on is almost done and ready to be sent via internets to either Schmidt or Kennedy. Well, everything goes through Kennedy anyway, so you might as well kiss the invisable giant on the nose right away. So, as I have stated hereforth, I, Larry Hicks, will be posting new songs to the general publick under the wonderful manigment of the two other co-founders of ADC, Schmidt and Kennedy.


So I just finished (besides drums) the new song - - -ing ?
Names, lyrics- fuck all that bullshit. No, but seriously folks, who gives a fuck what a song is called . . . except I think you need a refrence place for it in your mind?.?

Latley, when I am alone, I feel an overwhelming need to communicate with mass groups of people. Am I alone in this feeling? Is there anyone out there with any sembalence, any inkling of what the frick I might be speaking of?
Well, if you do, please leave a comment below. Just so you know, I played Taboo tonight and finished the - - -ing song with no title. Okay I'll be honest- there are like at
LEAST five (5) songs that Ryan from Ironlemon could put up here on ADC.com.
Now, let's not kid ourselves, Ryan is the magical-pump, Ry is the man not behind the curtain, but cought up in the curtain as it whirls and spins around his stable self. And I must post songs to Ryan to get them up on the site as opposed to writing or pictures----->

<-----or just goobily garble that appears on the InterNetS each day.
There is enough of that. There is enough for a million, billion, kazillion hours of entertainment for all of us until the end of human clocked time to the power of pi.
Phew!
That could be a long fucking infomercial.
No, what I crave- I will get, what I seek, desire, and hunt as a man of true and stalwart blood, I shall posess in a (hopefully) short amount of time. But untill that day, let myself, Larry; fair Peter; or gay Ryan bathe and sooth your troubled soul with our pleasant strummings and drummings; basings and wasteings.
Perhaps you can situate yourself on top of a watertower, or large, flat, wide, high altitude type object. I'm trying to think of something besides a watertower . . . uh, a mountain?
Once there, look out into the stars, hopefully you don't live in Manhattan . . . now remember all the good things in your life and project all these fun feelings out at the suns (stars) that shine down on our scrawny asses. Get rid of all the negative energy that binds itself to us all- each and every day- weather we are in our beds, taking a shower, or brushing our canine . . .
Arf . . .
. . . Let us go deeper, lower.
Into a new sub-concious level of mamillian dialog.
Remember the Charlie Brown Christmas Specials?
"Wa Wa Wa Waaaaa"

Like an oboe.

The whole point of this post is to hopefully get you to petition Ryan to post all and any (there are lots) of unreleased ADC songs. Here I go . . .

*ahem*

Dear Ryan,
Considering the fact that we are not getting any younger, and I might tumble into a manhole any day now, I implore you to post as many unreleased ADC songs as humanly possible.

Windsongs and Best,
Larry.

p.s.
neat shit is lurking here