Peep. Peeeper. Peeping Tom.

Tiger. Killer. Hot.

Damn. I haven’t posted here in like 8 years. Spring is finally upon us. I added like 50 miles to my scooter today, buzzing all around wacky parts of Philly. I had to come back down to Hell for band rehearsal, but when I got home I received two kickass surprises. Kooky Kate sent me a black origami swan in the mail, and Eric hooked me up with the long-awaited Peeping Tom album. I have to say, while it isn’t as “radio-friendly” as some of the hype would have you believe, it is surely a cool album. Hearing Mike actually sing is always a welcomed change. More later…

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