welcome to the woozyhelmet command center

please leave all plates, forks, and enchiladas at the front desk

as many of you may already know, woozyhelmet is in the middle of producing their third album to be released in New Guinea, Bolivia, and South Wales some time in early 1998. Sorry that we've been off the road for so long, but we've put alot of hours into this album and have been unable to leave our ranch for the last month. Jommy has been bringing us food, beer, and Porky Pig videos for the past three weeks, so kudos to him, and thanks to the Joharda family from Bridgeport, Maine for sending us an entire box of vegetarian jerky, it really hit the spot while we were recording the song, hatedemon#12. The new album will be interesting. We had a party last friday and a bunch of our friends came up from Austin and some of them listened to the instrumental Spleen and half of them were awash in disbelief and joy (i think they were all really a little too stoned) and the other half began to ask us if we were doing ok out here at the ranch. After tonight, I'm hoping to keep a journal on this web page, to keep all of yall informed of the way of the woozyhelmet. Send me email and we can turn this into an interactive book sorta, documenting the final month of the new album. Hey I mean, I saw a book in a Soundwaves a while back that was entirely composed of letters some guy sent to Henry Rollins.

In case you haven't been involved in the twentieth century, woozyhelmet is going on tour this summer to finish things off very nicely. We'll be spreading toxic fumes across the lands in our boat car, made out of my dad's aluminum fishing boat and toto's parents' vw bug. We're bringing Chris along. He and I are hoping to break lots of things.

More space between you and I, my freind, just like last time we talked. Nothing has changed. Nothing!

Put your clothes back on, you sicko. Woozyhelmet doesn't want to see it. Or at least not right now, right here in front of everybody, like that guy from France, surfing for Austin punk band porn sights. Yeah, well, we're watching you buddy, and you're alot funnier anyway...

What's going on?

Listen to some music right now. That is what woozyhelmet wants you to do. Some good shit. Real emotional, stupid. Juvenile, Leanard Cohen, whatever. Just put some friggin music on before I throw up. One should not drink after rock stars. One should have come straight to the computer lab before passing rock stars giving one beers.

and that cigarette too.

Bad bad shit.

I can feel it. I'm gonna work up some real madness tonight. When it gets to be around ten in the morning, I'm gonna believing in Almo, God of the CHipsangle region. Woozyhelmet parties with Almo. Almo will party with you. Won't you party with Almo?

You have a place for us to stay?

You want us to come to your town to play the rock and roll show?

Wow, that's great. You should email me
Go somewhere Do something Be somebody Fug off!