People,

Last night we hit the Lizard Lounge for the final screening of Brendo Frendo's documentary about the band, "Nobody Knows."

Dealing with someone making a movie about you is sort of like a grieving process, except instead of anger, bargaining, depression etc. you get 1) worried about how you'll look and sound, 2) happy that you come off not as the biggest dick in the world, 3) gratified by a good audience reaction, 4) really really really sick of watching yourself trying to be profound but ending up sounding dumb. I'm happy to say I've reached level 4, people. And although I love Brendo Frendo and my bandmates like brothers, I never want to see that god damn movie, or all of the questionable haircuts contained within, ever ever again.

PS. Today is the first day the new record is on sale! Go to CDBaby.com/FooledByApril to listen to sound clips, see the cover and dagnamit, buy the thing. Also, every additional copy you order this week will also be discounted 50%. How can you beat that?