Funny out-of-context quote from Tuesday’s recording session goes here

I haven’t posted here in awhile. I am busy, just, like, in general. Also, I haven’t logged in here in a long time, and the page is all weird looking. Things are disappearing off of the sheet. I can’t even see the word I’m typing right now. I hope it looks like “this”, but it could just as likely end up like “yjod”.

Time is growing short. You can tell Danny is ready to have us move along, not just because we found all of our possessions sitting int h midle of the floor (as though he were breaking up with us and telling us he could no longer have us lounging about his place, yet another deadbeat boyfriend who is breaking his heart) but rather because he continually hit us in the back of the head with a sharp stick saying “Git! Git!”

So “git” we shall, but not for a couple more weeks.

June 1st is it. Yup. More than 5 years into the thing (and by “more than 5″ I mean that I am not really sure if the real number is ‘6″ or “57″) and we now have our final, official stop date. June 1st, 2010. The day the music died.

And really, it’s time. Things are actually wrapping up pretty much on schedule.  Next week Glen will tackle his final vocals and key duties. Then he’s going to Ireland. Or Ire Land. Orida. Idaho. Something. I don’t remember what he was saying. But he’s going away for a week, and that will be the week of Brent.

By my reckoning I have to do final vocals on about two and a half songs, bass on about three, and then various tweaks and whatnot.

So, we are there.

In the meanwhile, I just paid to have this domain renewed, as well as paying my subscription rate for the service.  So this website, it costs money, which means we need to get more use out of it.

So, unless Glen and Andy start posting more, I have no choice but to start renting space to advertisers.

We’re going to give it a trial run today. Let us know what you think!

Ahem.

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This is Brent Stewart for Mammy’s Kitchen.  Have you ever eaten food served from a kitchen?  Have you supped with a matron monikered “Mammy”? Did you find the name racially insensitive? I didn’t, until I was told that I was supposed to, and now I do. But this doesn’t matter. What matters is that you eat there. Hot browns. Corn dogs. It’s right there by the courthouse, in downtown Bardstown. Conveniently located, even. Mammy’s got something good to eat. Will you meet her challenge?

Mammy’s Kitchen.  Mammy’s Kitchen.  The name itself smells like oatmeal.

Come and get it.