hey all- I got a nice down brown jacket for christmas and a $20 gift certificate to the only good record store in Park City! I'm going to *somewhat* regift it and get this couple I know the Tenacious D DVD.
Ryan, Pete, and I are all working on new material for y'allz. Be forewarned. Did anyone out there get any coal in their stocking this year? By my own moral compass, I should've. :P
Please post and tell me if you got anything cool (like a jacket) or received a heapin' lump o' coal in your stocking up on the mantleplace this year.
Peace!
p.s. oh, yeah, there is a new song up- The Doctor! Click on the music tab in the upper right.

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

Hi. How are you world? My name is Larry Luke Hicks. Some may say I light up like a bic, but others comment on how my hair gets square in the back. Recently, a young disturbed youth threw an egg at my house, smeared dog doo-doo all over my carport, and generally laughed in my easternly direction. Now, be honest . . . was it you or some of your young, impetious friends that did this filthy act? Perhaps you don't want to name these sordid individuals. One could hardly blame you. Shit was thrown. Feces was smeared. Little can be taken back.
One can only hope, and I happen to be one of them, that some sort of rehabilitation or reprogramming can occur, involving yourself and perhaps some of these miscreant, wayward youths you choose to participate with. Corausing with troublemakers can only lead to troublemaking. Acting in a wormlike fashon can only lead to one thing: a rotten apple. Lets all join hands and get together, we'll make up a song and we'll make it clever. So long as the internet exists, man will be able to shake his fists.
Ryan hasn't posted the six new songs I posted to him, so let's all petition him to do so . . . ;P