What the hell

I just realized I haven't written anything here for the last four or five months. Which is odd, because much has happened deep within the bowels of Please Standby in the intervening months, most of which I have chosen to keep bottled up within myself instead of sharing it with you (I suppose the logic of that metaphor would mean that you are a toilet). Nic Fera has embraced the awkward side and joined up with us now, thereby completing the fragmented and shredded post-gunshot wound gastrointestinal tract that was Please Standby v 1.0 with his shiny colostomy bag of schizo-punk drumming and complicated personal philosophies. We have played several triumphant shows since. I have bought a new amp. Matt has been to Cuba. We both have colds. I have gained 20 pounds from KFC. Nic has gained the new nickname "Shank". Everyone has a raging boner. I am completely serious when I say that all of this is on tape.
I should also point out that virtually all of the member/biography/discography information on our myspace is, by now, hopelessly outdated, and I doubt that any of us have the stamina to go into "Edit profile" and make all the necessary adjustments. I just tried it and decided it was too much work. Instead I offer you this post which has only taken me 9 minutes to type, in which I say to you: "Don't trust any of the information on our myspace because it is 90% wrong". Except for my email and the thing about date requests, that is still acceptable (ladies).

We will be playing at All Stars in Brampton this saturday. That is all.