Setting the record straight . . . . .

Unibrau IS getting back together.


This is a fact.

It is as solid as a Rock.

I spent over five hours over at Tree's place (the Blistering Bass) with Mike (the Sintillating Singer) today, not to mention the four hours Friday night. Rick (The Devastating Drummer) is moving to Kingston in 2 weeks . . . . . . or so he says.

None the less . . Rock will be had. Promises will be kept. Don't think I don't remember: Karen and Howie.


Damn I had a good time. Tree and I had all of our shit down TIGHT and we came up with several new songs that will melt faces. I'm not fucking around. I could pee myself. We will practice. We will play. All of you who read this will come and be amazed.

Have I mentioned the fact that I wasn't fucking around? Oh, I did.

We are getting to the point wher the name Unibrau is not acceptable. That was the old, not practiced enough us. We will have a new name . . . we just don't know what it is yet . . . . give me suggestions: andrewcowan@operamail.com




All in all, an interesting night. I was out with old friends. Or, at least friends, who by accident, made me realize how old I was getting. On the other hand, it's cool to see where people are heading in their lives. It's cool that I am actaully starting to establish one instead of flitting about as I've done for the past while. Ah, Otterdale . . . . . It's going to be a good summer in T.O.





There's too many of my friends getting married. I'm happy and sad at the same time, but more in the sorry for myself vein that a good sleep will cure.

On that note, goodnight and bon nuit.



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