It's a typical friday night, but don't be a robot.
Don't go to sleep at 7:30 because you are "tired".
Don't go to the grand, or some slut bar, or even the townehouse.
Don't kiss strangers, unless you do it at my house.
Come to my house, it will be a party, but different.
In the basement, my basement, there will be a number of microphones set up, allbeit a small number, and the nights proceedings
will be recorded.
Conviently, there will be a number of instruments located in the general proximity of the microphones, all in working
order.
And when the night is done, there will be a mass quantity of audio gold, or at least silver, which I will then painstakingly
edit over the next several weeks, and attempt to cut into an album.
A party album, from an album party.
Then, when I am done my editing, and the bootleg of the party is ready, copies will be freely distributed, and if your
heart desires one, simply let me know, and you shall recieve.
