Well folks, that's it.
We're now officially into the year 2012. The transitional period of January has come and gone and we're stuck deep in the monotony of the real part of the year. You know, that part where you can't say "Ah, but I'm still getting back into the routine."
Bollocks. You're just lazy. And we love that. After all, if Napoleon had been a bit more lazy we wouldn't have had a war with the French, we'd have better relations with our European cousins and French bread would be the only bread eaten everywhere, because let's face it, it's the best.
On the subject of tiny and somewhat mentally unstable dictators, it's a big day for Atkins. His month of sobriety is now officially up. (He actually caved around January 20th, but let's gloss over that for dramatic effect.) Yep, big (HAHAHA) poppa Atkins is back on the sauce.
"What does that matter?" We hear you cry. "Surely this cannot have much of an impact on my life."
WRONG BITCHES!
What this means is that we now officially have our 'pace car' back. We've now regained what we like to call Classic Tom. In short ladies and gents, we've got our winning formula back to the way it should be. January has been a somewhat lack luster month for us. Creative juices have not been flowing, gigs not coming in thick and fast and we foolishly let Badger play Tom's guitar which put it out of action for a while. Of course, every band goes through such periods. Hell, even Lou Bega had a rough time before Mambo Number 5 came along. But rather than admit we're like everyone else and are prone to bouts of anything less than creative genius, we'll just blame it on Tom and his poncey sobriety.
But worry not folks, with Tom now rocking a collection of bottles of our good friend Mr. J. Daniels, Theo's magic riffing fingers, Booker's fierce stamina and focus on the drums, Eddy baby's gut punching bass and Badger's unique ability to remove his shirt, WE'RE FUCKING BACK!
We're going to be taking it easy for the rest of winter. We're going to do a little writing, allow Tom's body to readjust to his near lethal levels of intoxication and wait for Dale's blisters to heal up (FYI, you'd think they'd be from drumming. They're not. Don't ask...). But you can expect to see us back in the spring, returning from the cold to embrace the warmth. Like deer, daffodils and outdoor orgies.
Expect some shows from March onwards. We may even be heading across the border to rock the English. We'll see what we can muster up for you wonderful people. Enjoy the rest of winter and wait eagerly for this month's Prick Of The Litter.
For now, here's that Lou Bega we all know and love: MOTHERFUCKIN' MAMBO BABY
Muchos love people.
RILF
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