An actual email sent to my fellow bandmates this weekend:

"Hey guys -

I just did an interview with the Dig. It was a bad connection and I couldn't really understand his questions, so I just started saying stuff. It could be bad news.

I'm pretty sure I said the band was ending because Keith found more money in making German scat porn. So... sorry."

Speaking of interviews, I would like to formally apologize for our behavior on WFNX New England Product last evening. DJ Dave Duncan was kind enough to invite us on the show to promote the final show at the Middle East (it's only 5 days away, people!) and how did we reward him? With a bunch of drunken giggling, inexplicable trash-talking, and way-too-easy gay sex jokes. We're better than that, friends.

I have no explanation for my own behavior other than being mesmerized by Dave's haunting blank stare. If you ever have the opportunity to be on his show, be prepared. The boy gives you enough rope with which to hang yourself.

Mainly, I think the wheels came off the bus because Keith wasn't there. He's always been our grounding influence, pulling us back from the ridiculous cliffs of awkward comedy from which we three idiots like to plummet. Unfortunately, Keith couldn't make the interview because he was home with "not giving a shit about Scamper anymore-like" symptoms

Thanks so much to WFNX for letting us kick off the media blitz to promote the February 2 show. Keep an eye out in your local print publications for more ridiculousness. Five days away, friends. Five days away.