shameless self-promotion

I'm pretty sure that most people who read this blog are aware, but today is the the day that my band's album comes out. It's been a long time coming - lots of blood, sweat, and beers went into the making of the album. We've got our release show tonight at Wise Fools Pub, and I've probably never been more excited for a show. It's looking like it's going to be a packed house, so the band will be giving it everything we've got. It's nice to put so much effort into something, and to be able to celebrate its completion with so many people tonight will be very gratifying.

I don't know how many copies we'll sell, or if anything will ever come of it, but I know we've made something that we're all really proud of.

the urban cougar

Today, three blocks from my house, City of Chicago police officers killed...a cougar.

No joke. A cougar.

Read about it here.

I just got home from band practice at 10 PM. I had to walk a block from the car to my house. It's dark out. Just imagine turning the corner, guitar in hand, and seeing a cougar staring you dead in the eyes. One on one. Man vs. beast.

I would shit my pants.

That's not just an expression, either. I would literally shit my pants.

A cougar?!

Well, I can cross one more thing off my list of shit to worry about: getting mauled by a cougar on a Roscoe Village side street.