Happy Groundhog Day, chipmunks. I hope you don't end up repeating today over and over and over again. It seems like I've been living the same day over and over again for years now, but I don't think that has anything to do with Puxatonee (sp?) Phil - it's just the mundanity that is adult life. Woo hoo!

Anywho, there's been a lot of talk lately about lyrics over on the old Scamper message board. I must admit - as the guys in my band will attest - I'm pretty bad at remembering lyrics. For whatever reason, I've just got a bad ear for words in music. I don't know half the lyrics to songs I've been singing live for 6 months now. It annoys Mike to no end. But I mean - fuck that guy, right? Who's with me?

Really, it's me that's missing out, because my fellow Scamperoonis spend a great deal of time and care on their lyrics. And one of the cool parts of being in this band is that I'm lucky enough to hear the stories behind the lyrics. Last night, I got some great insider shit from Nate over a very expensive burger:

Nate: "You know the lyrics to Another Time?"
Me: "Uh... yeah. Sure."
Nate: "That's about this girl from high school who invited me to the junior prom and then sicced her trained falcon on my nuts."
Me: "Wow - that's cool. What about Needless to Say?
Nate: "College - a girl invited me into her dorm room and then sprayed Agent Orange in my eyes."
Me: "Awesome."

So I guess my point is this: ladies of the world - keep dicking Nate over. We're getting some funny stories - and some great songs - out of it.