I’ve been absent for a couple of days following the band latest “rehearsal”. I put quotations around it, since it’s mostly just Maniac running in circles screaming his lungs out. Anyway, in the midst of all that chaos a new song started emerging. After being inspired by the poetry that is Maniac’s drunken ramblings, I went home to indulge in my favorite pastime. Drinking myself unconcious in my apartment.

This if me doing my favorite thing

Usually that would be were the story ends, but not today. When I finally woke up, I was bruised and battered and found myself in a cell of some sort. I started yelling to the guards about letting me go, but they wouldn’t have it. After screaming randomly for forty five minutes they were obviously tired of me, and I was hurriedly put in a stale room, with someone sitting in front of me.

-Good morning mr Mutt. How are you today?

I told her it probably wasn’t me they were after and she asked me a bunch of questions. The one that stuck in my mind the most was:

-Why did you dress up as a cave man and tried to assault those women?

I told her she was mistaken.

-I spent the night at home, passed out drunk, like I always do.

She showed me a video recording of me running around in a cave man outfit chasing two women with a branch of some sort.

-Well. Um…

I tried to tell her it was art, inspired by the awesomeness of a new Killer Clan song, but she wouldn’t listen. Another hour of meaningless questions ensued, but finally I was released.

-I’m sad to say we can’t charge you with anything, so we’re letting you go.

Apparently there’s no law against knocking yourself out with a random tree branch. Go figure. Now I’m just getting myself psyched for the gig on tuesday. Sjöbo, here we come!

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The band is also getting ready for some live action next weekend when we will stream a concert live here on the net for you. Check back during the next couple of days to get more information on when and so on.

I made a new receipe on rasberry daquiri yesterday, and it kind of rocked… so here you are:

1 pt frozen rasberries

1 pt Bacardi RAZZ (or any light rum)

1 pt Sprite

Mix berries and booze in a blender. Pour in a tall glass with frosting on the edge. Put a pink straw in it and fill up with lemonade. Stir carefully. Down it within’ seconds to reach the fattest buzz with the razz!

Life is the magic shit in a well prepared spliff, enjoy the sun and the rain people.

Maniac loves you

Hi, since you’re visiting our page, I know you’re into real rock’n'roll. And I thought that you’d be interested in other guys that really rocks.

So here they are: Bodies

They’re not like us, they’re them. But it’s pure rock’n'roll. They will probably get into the Rock’n'roll Hall of Fame before us (if Maniac doesn’t succeed in his plan to drug all the judges).

The singer Clint Hell is the true rockstar and he Twitters about it too.

Listen and download some stuff here, or visit their Myspace page.

BTW, I’m Pär. I’m also in the band, sort of. Like the fifth wheel… I haven’t gotten an ugly nickname yet by the others, probably because I’m too pretty and too nice.

They like to call me their manager, because they think it’s cool to have a manager. But actually no one can manage Maniac. Tried to lock him up the other day with some shrinks and you saw what happened…

Bye for now, I’ll be back…