Last week's Comet performance marked six shows in two months for the revamped End Times lineup, and this relative marathon achieved the intended goals ... the band is tight, our brand is reestablished, and we're able to perform well in extreme conditions. Rambunctious sports bar, empty unheated room, or fully-attentive capacity crowd, we faced apathy and adoration with equal energy and I'm way proud. Essentially, we're right back where we left off a year ago, which might be nowhere, but at least the staircase out is visible again.

We do it next at the Jewelbox Theater on March 31st with (who else?) Pillow Army. The open weeks ahead are for learning new songs, preparing exploratory recordings and searching for a handler to help us organize and execute policy. The End Times is not a band that can DIY, at least not all of it, since the individual strengths that make the trio unique preclude us from excelling in any managerial roles. Abi spends all her time working out and investigating alternative beauty treatments to keep that gorgeous kisser of hers in order, and Tyson is busy keeping himself calm and collected, an extremely stressful endeavor to be sure and a sacrifice we all appreciate greatly. As for me, I must continue to pursue madness in all its forms, so that I can remain an open conduit for the spirit messages we communicate through song. The truth is never revealed to an ordered mind ... logic is for the worldly, and God has no interest in such things.

Anyhow, send up a flare if you want to join the war. There's money to be made and marks to be trimmed.