Hey rock people, or "rockfolk" as we call you where I'm from (Ed. Note - Joe is from Southern Massachusetts). How are ya? Here in the sweltering world of Fooled By April things are starting to cook again. The spring is upon us, the flowers are blooming and Pete is starting to wear fewer items of clothing. Add to that the fact that we have a bazillion shows coming up and everything is rosy.

The only downside is that the gods of winter-borne sinus and throat infection have been lax in releasing me from their grip. I'm like "C'mon dude, I've been sick enough already. I want to sing!" But the ear infection god is like "Bitch, don't even try. How's that left ear feel?" And I'm like "It's fine, you know that. The right ear is the one that....OW! Oh, that's dirty, you filthy piece of..." "What did you say? You wanna go for three?!?" You get the idea (Ed. Note - apparently the idea is that illnesses are like abusive high school gym teachers? Joe's been on a lot of prescriptions) Anyway, don't even get me started on the throat infection god. He and I have a history that the devil and Jesus himself look at and go "Damn, those fellas don't get along, now do they?"

Oh well....