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04/21/07 The new album is being pressed as I speak and will be ready in a few weeks for everyone to buy, get bored of, and sell at Newbury Comics to buy a new Panic At The Disco CD. Here's the track listing....because track titles make everyone wet.... I'll Be At Your Funeral 1. Level 1 (The dinosaurs evolved) 2. The Dinosaurs are coming 3. I hope you get ugly in heaven 4. A Lifetime in a dream 5. The Northshore is where your going to soar 6. Dinosaur Reprise 7. Help Me beat Rush N' Attack 8. Meggy Poo 9. Flip The Coin Of Love 10. X-Mas In Allston 11. Blaze Of Glory 12. I've fallen down 13. Too many video games 14. I'll Be At Your Funeral 15. When You Fall There's no breaks between songs and it flows together quite nicely. I started writing it a year ago....before Postcards From The Den Of Failure came out....and I thank my creator I got a chance to release it since I thought I would die with it. A year ago I realized that my "major label" deal wasn't so major and I wasn't going to get distro or any support. It was just another Do-It-Yourself... only I couldn't even promote it the way I wanted to. Most bands in this situation chalk up the failed major label deal as their excuse to sit at a bar for 20 years and point to that moment as what changed them from artists to just people who do it as a hobby.... I probably would of ended up on the same boat if I didn't experience the night I had April 1st last year (that's another blog in a galaxy way fucking away from here!)....... I always have my head in the clouds and have high hopes we're not just cells and fecal matter randomly wandering around until we die... That we are evolving and are capable of wonderful things people have yet to imagine...of course we are fuckers! You'ld be surprised at the amount of people that don't believe though..... Even me sometimes... But for one night though last April I did get a bunch of signs that someone upstairs still knows how to keep things amazing.... I took that energy from that night, and locked myself in my room for a year pretty much.... Reading, tripping, writing songs, recording the audio on my video camera since I have no motor skills to run pro-tools on the computer when I'm in Robby-land... then listening the next day to the audio sober and hope it made sense..... By the summer last year I had this album done...In my head.... After that I worked my dayjob selling hats, and nights being the masshole character folks gathered around the radio to hate on WBCN......and I saved up my money to record and release this album the way my psyche intended.... I'm sure there's still plenty of comedy bands making music videos about beer, dicks, and titty fucking at Sports Bars to keep you entertained until the next one comes two minutes later on youtube.... People have no concept getting into anything anymore... We're just ADHD tourist being shown a different song, video, and news story every three minutes and not having time to invest in any battle or thought anymore. Best thing I ever did was throw out my TV three years ago. My world is around me... Not CNN.... Now I just gotta work on getting my world up to par with my head.....without mental steroids. I've also grown quite socially-disabled and private. I'm working on getting out more now.... Especially after yesterday....... "Oh Rob do tell!!!" Well!!! I decided I was going to go on a vacation.... So I boiled a glass of water till it was bubbling... took a mighty handful of shrooms (what Terence Mckenna and Bill Hicks would refer to as a Heroic Dose) dropped it in...stirred.... drank in ten seconds.... Listened to music...30 minutes later.... ran to the bathroom.....got on my knees and grabbed the toilet...tried to puke...couldn't...begged god for my life back.... saw tiny little dots of light dance around my eyes...and watch the water in the toilet turn into a little oasis....realized I could live in my bathroom and be happy... went outside and watch the grass just flow like the cells in my body (if I have any left!?) Drove up to the Northshore and wanted to embrace every little fucking thing I noticed..... Sat with my Mom and talked about if I'm always going to be creepy and crazy. Worried I'm going to be a psycho little hermit for the rest of my life that ends up doing cover bands in his forties and selling baseball cards on ebay to make ends meet.... Wondered if i'll ever get to a day in my life where I don't need to cheat to live in the moment and enjoy everything the world has to offer me.... Wondered if i'll be searching for the rest of my life for a girl, moment, or dream that might just be fools gold to keep me selling hats every day. E-mail Robby at robbyroadsteamer@aol.com 
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