Q: Why can't I find your first CD, Here's A Funny Fish, Hurrah!? A: You snooze you lose; you move your meat you lose your seat; see you later alligator in a while crocodile shoot the sherbert Herbert it's gotta be jelly 'cuz jam don't shake like that we real cool we left school... ACK! Er. Got carried away there by some trans-nostalgia-pop-proverbial train of thought. Anyway, this was supposed to be the response to the number one FAQ: Why does Adrian have such a large fists, honey?... er no, that's was a Freudian slip, nay, it was due to the unfreezing process that I have no interior monologue... got carried away, once again, this time by some subconsciously sensual subway train. BUT SERIOUSLY, the MFAQ (Most Frequent Asked Question) is: Where the Fuck is the Funny Fish, Butoh? The answer depends: Leon's funny fish has retired (and gone fishing, figurative fishing, in case you were wondering); Adrian's funny fish was swimming in the Indian ocean (ooOOooOOoo dei dei Devi, how dah? Give me your sari and let's have a good time), and is currently waiting to dive into the sexy sea, the occidental-oriental Ocean that is (sorry, the lovely lady's name is being rudely withheld by the editor) soon to be losing the I as Two becomes One; Kristine's funny fish, well part of it was in that California maki platter that you ate last week, the other fuzzy part she keeps carefully hidden beneath her rarely eaten peach. Only you can tell where YOUR private funny fish has been, where it is, and where it will go. And remember, your funny fish is where it is today because of all your actions leading up to today and your funny fish can go anywhere you want it to, which includes the entire spectrum of everywhere to no where(note: no where not nowhere; no where being a non existant destination and nowhere being up in the air). (Aside: Adrian's funny fist, like his funny fish, has explored though entirely different, great depths.) As for our humble first album: here's a funny fish, hurrah! Ask Mr. Rushdie, revered symbol of literary freedom!, which page on the sea of stories you will find that (funny fish). But but but the truth is always simple: Yes, Ponycanyon our former Japanese label has closed it's Singapore office so it is no surprise that you can't find our CD in the stores. Jimmy Wee, the bossman at Ponycanyon was supposed to take over Ponycanyon's local catalogue with Springroll but I guess he did not (or perhaps he did, we don't know but is doing nothing with it). What does this mean? Everything is in limbo is what it means. What it means is that we will track down Mr. Wee like a bloodhound, though probably not as quickly as a greyhound (as dictated by our predilection for procrastination) and confront him with the relevant and necessary WHEN? WHY? WHAT? HOW? WHERE? WHOM? and all that good stuff. Hopefully, soonish we will have an interesting answer for all the interested parties. We have made a list of people who have requested our first album and will email you people when we fish the answer out of the relevant people. (And although unscrupulous e-mail spammers have offered us thousands for the list of your names, we are upholding our integrity and honour to protect your identites - at least until someone offers millions.) Thanks for your interest and patience. TLC Return to main page