A most unfortunate turn

Hi all,

This is Dudley Cunnybrook, tour manager for Blood Orphans, who, I am most sorry to report, have over the past few weeks disintegrated like a Chinook at the end of its run. Pressures of personality created a cauldron of emotional nothingness which conspired to rip apart the fabric of their affections. After a particularly bad show in Portland in which Bobby kicked Shane’s crutches out from under him, and Shane punched out a few more of Booby’s teeth, and Darlo and Joey broke up, and Adam received a call asking to be a session man on the new Dylan record, the unspoken and undiscussed agreement was that they should part. They left me with three hundred Euros (Joey, after a bad acid trip in Crescent City, believes that dollars are “cursed”) and the Rust Rocket, which is working surprisingly well as I tool along the Pacific Coast Highway looking for a place to fish. The California gaming laws are most complex however, so I quandarified. Anyways, let us all repair to our copies of Rocket Heart (splendid album), and remember the goodness of a late lamented group. Huzzah and shine on, Blood Orphans!