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July 13, 2001
Robert: Hey gang. If you've emailed in the past hour or so, unfortunately I won't be getting to it until Sunday night or Monday. Boo! But that's what you get when you rough it for a few days... There is a contest a-brewing over here at wrrg.org. They'll be giving away Vagrant America House of Blues tickets! Woohoo! Thanks for the link... Wish me luck. What's that? Did you hear something?
dan: don't tell anyone but I plan on bringing my michael myers mask out to the campsite...tee hee hee hee hee..I'm just gonna stand motionless by a tree untill someone sees me, but I have to remember to hide really quick when they look away to tell their friends..so I should stand by a bush or break off some twiggs to hold up..kinda like carl spackler ...who's carl spakler..you'll have to find out for yourself... then they'll be like..yeah right..ok..I should bring a little tape recorder with the scary piano arrangement..
Robert: Woohoo! Thanks to the person who sent me this link, regarding the Mr. Men / Little Miss fiasco. Wow, that brings it all back. Go take a gander at the man who almost singlehandedly (actually you need two hands to play guitar) made me want to be in a band. Don't be frightened. Specs for the Momento DVD have been announced, but I haven't even seen the movie so that's neither here nor there. I know, I'm a slacker. That's what tours are for. We'll have all day to go see movies. I got the Saves the Day CD and a promo of the Alkaline Trio "Stupid Kid" video yesterday courtesy of my secret connection. After hearing mixed reactions to the STD, I wasn't sure what to expect, but I liked it. "At Your Funeral" is as J would say Ian would say "a standout track". Oh boy, we're gonna have some fun now. The A3 video was pretty cool, too. I'm wondering how they went about fishing for extras... Maybe we should get the devil kid for our video and have him rampage an office or something. How much are devil kid extras going for these days? Remember from way way way back blogs? That guy that followed me around for a long time? Well, he just informed me that the new Playboy is out and it's the one that he's been waiting forever for. Belinda Carlisle. Why does he think I'm interested in that stuff? He also mentioned that he's not even going to open the issue. I just don't understand the guy. I also hear that he's getting married and he bought his wedding rings on Ebay... but then his fiancee didn't like em, so he had to send them back. I don't know. This is just stuff that I overhear and decide to broadcast. Hank Scorpio in the house.
Robert: 172 Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison Well, it's certainly been your typical Friday the 13th so far... In the car, en route to work today, out of nowhere, 8 AM became 9 AM! And the whole morning I thought I was right on time. Whatever, right. What are they going to do? Fire me? Ha ha ha don't make me laugh. Yesterday, I got blocked from Blogger after my first post. How does it know? Anyhow, let's hope that doesn't happen again, cause I gots lots to talks abouts... Speaking of Friday the 13th, what better way to celebrate the freakiest day of the year by going out into the woods and camping. If I had realized the actuality of the event's date, I may have casually declined partaking in the Second Annual Hey Mercedes Campathon. But it's too late. I already brought the cooler. I already bought the bug spray. I already bought the 30 pack of Miller High Life. We'll drink our way through it. Together. And lastly, I may have a bogey today. A temp who will be learning the ins and outs of the old joberoo. Luckily I know the guy (sorta), so it shouldn't be too traumatic. Let's just hope I can reach you... On second thought, let's get as much out now while we still can, shall we? If you have checked out this page, you already have seen the addition of our northeastern tour dates with this small band I've never really heard of: Jimmy Eat World or something like that. Anyway, their cassette demo shows promise, so hopefully with this tour, they can land a deal to do a 7" or something. (I'm in one of those moods, sorry.) It's a gas. More dates are forthcoming to fill the gaps between the missing dates. More! More! More! Now it's just Canada, and various sections of the central east... not to be confused with the Middle East... not to be confused with that club in Cambridge. And another thing, while picking up camping supplies over at the P's place, our car radio stumbled across 88.9, where 2 guys and a girl were chatting about Best Buys and Targets. I thought it sounded pretty funny so we left it on. Casually to my carmate I muttered,"I know it's some young folks taking about stores, but I bet it's a punk rock radio show." Seconds later, the radio personalities were mentioning something about a contest on their website whereupon listeners could win tickets to the Vagrant America House of Blues show in Chicago. Bingo. I knew it! Then they played some song called "Bleed American" which sounded pretty rocking. I didn't catch the name of the band, but I'd sure like to hunt them down and take them on tour with us... If you were one of the DJ's, email me that website again. We like contests round these parts. Speaking of contests, there will be a HUGE Hey Mercedes trivia contest at an as-yet-undisclosed location. Never fear, you don't have to know a lick about our band to participate. Fun fun fun in the sun. I'll keep you posted on when that will rear its ugly head. Speaking of ugly heads, I'd like to thank Damon for relaying my posts yesterday. He's a swell guy, ain't he, folks? You'd think he would have blogged something himself while he had the chance! July 12, 2001
Robert: Boy oh boy is this day going slow. Thanks to everyone who assured me that I was not crazy. The M & M commercial does in fact exist. Apparently, it was all the rage with little league parents back in the day. Who knew? Also, thanks for letting me know that the Mr. Men books do exist... However, I was a little frightened when someone emailed me saying that the Mr. Men were real. I assume he meant the books, but wouldn't that be insane if the actual MEN were real? Very scary. You may want to check under your bed tonight. Thanks to everyone who has come to the rescue in my computer-related lack of knowhow. I'm still confused, but much less. I have a few options to try out, and once we get back from tour, I'll be able to exhaust them. Right after I finish working on the jukebox. And lastly, has no one ever seen or heard of this damn show the Matchmaker? It was on late at night. I'm truly baffled, because IMDB doesn't even have anything on it. Hmmm. Go look for something new on our website!
Robert: This post is actually coming at you via Damon, kind sir... because out of nowhere, like a shark (sorry Todd), Surfwatch has decided to block me from my Blogger again today! It's as if it just picks random days to mess with me. Personally I think it's just jealous because in 8 short work days I'll be Audi 5000 and it will be stuck here on this desk until it rots into a useless heap of cheap scrap metal. A bunch of frayed wires in some deserted alley, cracked glass in the gutter, plastic shards jabbed into unlucky motorists' tires who saw it's evil and tried to destroy it. Dirty cracked computer microchips that now more resemble the crumbs at the bottom of a Pringles can. Dogs and cats living together. Mass hysteria. But I digress. OK. Let me explain to you my newest computer-related scenario. I know somebody out there can help me. I need to somehow convert music from a tape (or lp or 4 track) to some type of file that i can eventually burn onto a CD. I've got the CD burner. It mysteriously has two RCA inputs in the back, however, none of the Toast software that came with it mentions anything about actually recording directly to the burner. There are no sound inputs of any kind on the old G3 workhorse... Now in some recent junk mail that I just got here at work, they offer this Toast 5 Titanium hootenanny which actually lists in its wonders: "Convert any analog source (LPs, cassettes, even live music) into CDs". Sounds like what I need... but... Will this software enable me to create the files directly from the sound inputs in the back of my Que CD drive? Or will I have to buy some other adaptive hardware? Thanks for your help. I'm an amateur and I bet it gets annoying answering all of these questions for me. I apologize. I can cook. Beer-battered eggplant fritters for everybody. Speaking of BBEFs, there is a new interview up at Shinygun. Have you signed up for the Hey Mercedes E-Team yet? Apparently it is all the rage and comes with a guaranteed free can of Pringles! (Pringles offer not a guarantee). And lastly, I'm getting that sick feeling. And I couldn't be happier! Better to get it out of my system before tour, right?
Robert: 173 Landslide - Smashing Pumpkins Yeah, so what's it to ya? The morning train from Milwaukee just gets worse and worse. At 5:30 AM, Damon (pissed that he has to wake up so early to take me to work) wakes me (pissed that Damon woke me up so early to take me to work) up. I stumble around his place, gathering my belongings, rubbing my eyes, furiously yawning, mumbling something about disco dancing. At 5:50, I walk into the ugly flourescence of the Amtrak Station, where there is a line forming at the gateway to the trains. I am still asleep... And it's frustrating that everyone else in the place is yakking it up like it's happy hour at the panda inn. They obviously don't realize how damn early it is. On the train, with the free coffee, it just gets worse. I sink into my seat and put on the sweet sweet sounds of A Decade of Steely Dan and close my eyes. No static at all... FM! But in between Deacon Blues and Babylon Sisters, the sounds of the hen house trickle in. It's like a co-ed bingo party with all of the garbling and the laughing and the unnecessary banter. Don't they subscribe to the idea of comfortable silence? It's like this every time. I put yesterday's work shirt over my head to block out the sun... and I woke up somewhere near Sturtevant, WI. The Cuervo Gold... The fine Columbian... Makes tonight a wonderful thing... Say it again... As I was drifting in and out of consciousness somewhere near Glenview, I started to think about my childhood books. More specifically, the Mr. Men and Little Miss series. Do you remember these? I seem to recall a Mr. Tickle with long winding arms, a Mr. Bump, who was a blue oval with bandages all over him, Little Miss Chatterbox who I think resembled a cash register or something... And then there was their leader, some cowboy looking bloke with a curly mustache. Did I just dream of all of this? OK, now that I'm on a roll, I remember 2 other things from my childhood that no one else seems to remember. They think I'm nuts. I remember a TV show called The Matchmaker on Channel 50. It was a dating game where a lovely bachelorette would try and match answers to questions with a group of handsome bachelors... and vice versa. The "matchmaker" was this older looking guy who sat at a podium and would make checks on a list with a big marker. He would get overly excited sometimes and recite his catchphrase... "I am... the matchmaker!" Was this all a dream? And lastly, there was an M & M commercial that I remember word for word and every time I ask somebody about it, they give me this puzzled look and back away slowly... It's a little league baseball game. There is a kid pretending to be an announcer, talking into a bat, interviewing the team's star player... Announcer: Unbelievable! How do you do it? ... Star: It's easy (holds out a handful of M & Ms). With the brown ones I hit a single, red - double, yellow - triple, and with the green ones - i take the ball doownn-tooownn (makes swinging motion with hand)... Coach: Johnson (announcer's name), you're up! ... Announcer (to star): I'm up, quick, give me a homer! ... Star: One more green one left and that's for me. Here's a triple. I always thought that kid was such a bastage for keeping that green one... But then again, nobody ever knows what I'm talking about... And that never ever worked for me in little league. All of my M & M's were strikeouts. Hey, that was almost the name of our album: All of my M & M's were strikeouts. July 11, 2001
dan: What In the Hell Do You Tell People When they ask "why is it so expensive". I mean what kind of question is that..It's like me going into a restaurant and asking why the damn steak is so expensive..what in the hell kinda question is that..god, does that piss me off please someone tell me a good response to that question..I said because of inflation and everythings expensive these days..what a bitch.asking dumb questions..why is it so expensive? why is the sky blue? why is gas so expensive? why don't I get a free refill on this? why is getting my tires changed so expensive? I should say because it's imported..what do youy mean? do you want me to go into how many employeees I have to pay and how much it costs to rent this building and how much it costs to order boxes and pens and copier paper and everything else that goes into a business ITS CALLED OVERHEAD and every business has it..you tell me where I can get free tape and I'll take it..everybody wants something for nothin'..I'm not sweating back here packing up this computer for my own good..If I could get more customers bitching about stuff in here I might lose it..and I've noticed that If I don't keep my hair short and respectable people will talk shit to you just because of how you look and not on how you perform your duties..maybe I'll just, well..I'm gonna go get a glass of water..have a good day ma'am! why is it so expensive..that reminds me of this time when someone asked me how much I mark up my prices..picture me or anyone going into a restaurant and asking someone how much do you really pay for that bottle of wine..Stupid..Maybe I should just say the price is determined by how much the pkg weighs and what zone it's going to..I should really go get that glass of water now...
Robert: Zzzzzz. Wha - ? who the?! Unlike yesterday, which was busy and fast, today is busy and sloooow. I've been doing web stuff here and there and getting around to answering emails, so the time is being well spent. I have 9 more work days to go. Hot damn. And I have to draft a formal letter of resignation. I'm thinking about writing "Take this job and shove it" on a crumpled up martini stained cocktail napkin, but where can I find one of those at this hour? Enjoying Morningstar's fine meatless Buffalo Wings. Running out of things to say. Time to surf.
dan: roofers kiddy corner from my backyard.saw 'em lookin' at my ladders so I hooked up a chain and bought a huge lock..take that..they gotta get through Gretts (the dawg) first..she's notorious for a little bite here a little nibble there..bark bark here ana bark bark there.. todd, I'll meet you at observation post charlie..over..don't forget your suit..the chicken is in the bread box July 10, 2001
TBELL: Just so everyone knows, there is a brand new interview hot off the press with me at this location done by the cordial and friendly Nick Daly. Thanks Nick! Also, there will be a Hey Mercedes E-mailer going out before tour. I know I was bragging about it while we where recording our record but never really got around to doing it. It'll just be a recap of tour dates, release dates, blind dates, and other Hey Mercedes related propaganda and nonsense. Nothing really that new for those of you who check here alot, but, If you're not on the mailing list yet, and want to be, Email us with the word "subscribe" in the header. Booyah. Dan. I packed a case of beer, a machete and a fifth of Beam. Meet you @ the site on Friday.
Robert: Last time i checked, there were no sharks in the Ichetucknee. Just rare man-eating snails. Yikes. That's one mean looking motley crew. Who knew that all this time we've been leaving urgent phone messages for a pair of shoes? The day has just been flying by! Only 2 1/2 more hours until the most wonderful Indian buffet. I just can't get enough.
TBELL: That poor kid in Florida.The one Bob was talking about yesterday. That’s going to be me. I’m so ghastly afraid of sharks it’s ridiculous. That’s how I’m going to go. The worst way. Thats why I’ve never once swam out with a surfboard. “lifeless eyes” Quinn says in Jaws. I never want to see em’. There are no sharks in the Itchatucknee are there? Listening to Adorable. the coffee is tasting good today, better than usual. Well, I was going to blog a little yesterday. But it seems Bob had a lot to say. Mainly it would’ve been me complaining about work. Mark and I basically complained to each other all day about how work sucks. It’s not just one thing either, it’s everything! As I always say when we’re are freaking out, it’s a countdown “Two more weeks!” I always say it out loud to convince myself. You've done the right thing Bob, put in that notice! Risks like that make things twice as exciting. Good to see Paul Drake popping up and sharing. Good to see you Paulie! Time to give Farm a call soon and go to some laundry. Is'nt that what days-off are for??
Robert: And there you have it. As of July 25, I will hereby be employed by the kind folks at Hey Mercedes Inc. I explained to the big boss that they had given me an offer that I couldn't refuse. (No horse heads involved, by the way).. Actually, it all went very very well. Everyone here is excited for me. When I gave my boss the news, the first thing she said was "Good for you." Am I blushing? So what does this mean? Well, it means that for the next two weeks, nothing really changes up in here. It will be the same old same old. After that we switch into tour mode. I'm not absolutely certain what the phone hookup situation is on the busy bus, but I am pretty sure that we'll have full access at every show. We'll probably do what we did last tour: write like madmen during the drives and then save it to post when the opportunity arises. So, again, hopefully, nothing will really change. You just won't hear me complain about work anymore. That is, unless, Mark decides to snore louder than the hum of the bus. But I digress. Once I get back (September? October?), I'm not exactly sure what I'll be doing with my time, but I already know what my primary focus will be: Weaving wicker baskets. Um. I mean, writing and practicing. I'm psyched to say the least. I'm also psyched about the status of our web statistics. Big bad computer boy that I am just found out how to check this stuff yesterday. And I was pleasantly surprised. Our average number of hits per day was listed as Googol. So I guess that's pretty good. Also, my favorite search query that brought lucky people over to our site: flickerstick wallpaper. Hopefully they eventually found what they were looking for. PRE-ORDER MANIA! You can now preorder the Everynight Fire Works CD from Amazon! Woohoo! They are usually pretty fast getting stuff out, so that is a good option! Or you can preorder from CDNOW, where they have the LP available too! Good heavens.
Robert: 175 Bit Part - Lemonheads "Something big is happening tomorrow. Something that will alter the course of the wire forever and ever." In about 5 minutes I will give my two weeks notice. Wish me luck. July 9, 2001
Robert: Something big is happening tomorrow. Something that will alter the course of the wire forever and ever.
dan: camping this weekend at an undisclosed location somewhere near Al Capones hide out..lets get ready..bring water, food, matches, boots, flashlight, knife, tent, cooler, ice, firewood, acoustic guitar(s), compass, night vison goggles, trip wire, wash tub, chairs, tables, candles, tofurkey for you know who, beef jerky for, you guessed it, walkie talkies, bikes, more later..
dan: hey hey hey..whatcha have to say..? I thought I posted something but I guess it didn't go..HUGE weekend and I made the most of it by playing volleyball, frisbee, botchie ball, horseshoes and a little baseball for good measure..the shoes we're really opening up for me but we left it as a tie..2-2, volleyball was fun cause I ended the 2on 2 match with a nice bloke I mean block against my dad good try dad..botchie ball was played with about 4 kids all under 7..that was fun little shits..frisbee was frisbee nothing special except a couple of unique throwing techniques to show off and baseball was just me playing the outfield for the previouslly mentioned little shites..then we grilled and went down to the pond where I threw a couple kids in for good measure as well..
Robert: So on Saturday night I had some OP906 business to take care of at the Tweeter Center. And I took care of it good. Oh yes. Alright, here's the rundown. The Tweeter Center is a huge ampitheater in south suburban Chicago (Tinley Park). I'd only been there once before, to see U2 about 8 years ago. Needless to say, I was expecting it to be raucous, rowdy, and a royal pain for parking. We showed up around 6 and parking was a breeze. Within minutes, Rich was escorting us through the gates and towards the buses. There was three of us. There should have been four, but my distant 19 year old cousin (huge Blink 182 fan) decided to take a flying leap off a trampoline and jar some vertebrae a few days earlier. On the bus, we watched Miami's nightly news (direct tv, oh yeah) and chatted with Rich V, Danny A3, and Sean Metro. Tangent: The Miami news report. An 8 year old boy was attacked by a bull shark on the Pensacola coast (previously notorious for Jellyfish parts attacking me, but that's another tangent). The shark chomped the boy's arm. His uncle (the boy's, not the shark's) wrestled the beast (the shark, not the boy) to the shore and the lifeguard/ranger promptly shot it (the shark, not the uncle). The ranger then pried open its (the shark's, not the lifeguard's) mouth with his nightstick (dime) and the lifeguard reached inside and recovered the arm! The boy was then airlifted to a hospital where the arm was reattached... That story should give Todd nightmares for a week or so. On the bus. Scott Sweep and Lance McSoundman then escorted us to the backstage area. We brave the toxins that protruded from Blink 182's 6 buses (each member has own bus.vagrant take note for upcoming HM tour.) and head through the labyrinth of signs to the dressing rooms. It reminded me of that pole in M.A.S.H. with the arrows pointing in all directions... So we finally get there and Matt A3 is just about to start some pre-show warmups. He has had my "Rock n Roll Singers Survival Manual" book for over a year now. I know he had it at Pachyderm because I asked Neil Van Assistantengineer about it. But now he's got some tape he borrows from the singer of New Found Glory. I approve. It's much easier to use a tape then try and figure out what you're supposed to do just by reading some goofy manual. The new guy, Pete, is drumming on the floor with some sticks and joking with Rich about LA stuff. Meanwhile, Heather A3 and I are swapping cell numbers since we live so close to each other now. As the band leaves, I enjoy a drinky drink and we secure the necessary pass for the third member of our posse. All access. We follow Matt A3, Rich V, and Andrew Booker to the stage, because we would have gotten lost otherwise. We are stage right and I notice the huge A3 logo banner. Hot. Scott tells me about its inner chain workings as they take the stage. The Tweeter Center is filling up fast, however the area in front of the stage is all pavillion seats, and it looks empty, even though there are thousands of kids ready for the rock. It reminds me of Spinal Tap doing their jazz opening for the puppet show. But once they start playing, the fans jump and sing along and are generally psyched. It seems a little weird, even for them, but it's hard not to get a rush playing in such a huge place. They open with "My Friend Peter" and rock through about 8 songs in their alloted 30 minutes. The set times are normally militantly adhered to, by the way, so there's no time for any messing about with encores and the such. (Although, to be honest, i would have loved to hear my favorite A3 hit. You'll find out what it is later in the year.) Pete seemed pretty right on to me, however, i really couldn't hear anything intelligible on the side of the stage. I read something about him getting off time during a song... Well, this is attributed to Matt walking to the far far right side of the stage and well, sound just doesn't travel that fast, so he started to play along to the drums' echo, if you know what I mean. Backstage, he was gently reprimanded. While up there, we also noticed a control panel that had Blink's set list on it with odd notations after the songs like "Fuck sign" and "Fire". It was the pyrotechnical control. OP906 in effect. Stage left. Tom 182. Afterwards we followed them back to the dressing room and chatted about this and that over some more drinks. There is a shower in all of the TC dressing rooms, so they all jumped in at once. Just kidding. The heat and humidity on stage was unreal, so a nice cool shower must have hit the spot. We weren't in there for long before New Found Glory took the stage. I'm somwhat unfamiliar with NFG's stuff but they sounded pretty good. It was already dark once they got on stage, so they took full advantage of the available light show. Stage left, there was one light in particular that was blinding. They broke many of these rules, by the way, but it's forgivable, given the circumstances. After their set. OP906. Mark 182... I also coerced Mark to sign a special photo for previously mentioned cousin with trampoline-back. He's a sweet fellow. He wrote "To Danny, Back da fuck up. Mark". Then Matt's parents showed up. And then the party got started. They were amazing. They were holding hands constantly and literally glowing over the whole event. They said they even did some photos and autographs when they revealed their identities to some kids! Awesome. And then they told some embarrassing Matt stories like all parents do when they have an audience of his friends. (Aww, Mom.) Flashback to the bus: while hanging out, we noticed a firetruck pull into the bus lot, and out came some of Tinley Park's finest fighters. We thought it was odd at the time. Back to the dressing room: Matt explains that in every town, they need to have the local fire department test and approve all of Blink 182's pyrotechnics! Makes sense... He also said that he was casually walking across stage pre-show, wondering about the gasoline smell when someone frantically yelled "HEY GET OFF THE STAGE". Just so happens he came pretty close to getting a face full of flames. Scary stuff. Dangerous. Hot. In the backgound, Travis 182 is giving drum lessons to his nephew. We follow Matt and his folks to a secure area by the soundboard for the big finale. They are playing the 2001 theme (the name of the piece escapes me), and at the high note, they drop a huge curtain, revealing the band, dwarfed (irony?!) by a huge flaming FUCK sign. (We had been tipped off to this earlier, thanks to the setlist). The whole first song ("Rock Show") came complete with tons of pyrotechnics. If it was hot up there before, it must have been damn near unbearable. The heat from those things was even reaching us, way back at the pavillion midpoint. Although, I'm not the biggest Blink 182 fan, they did put on a good show and everyone had a lot of fun. We bid our farewells and left before the encore to beat the crowd. I seriously almost tripped over some kids that had to be no older than 10 on the way out.
Robert: 176 Paint a Vulgar Picture - The Smiths Paul. Good to see you checking in! I'll admit, Boulder is only slightly less cooler (not temperature-wise) than Prague, but it's all good. With J on the east and you on the west (and eastern europe sometimes), we've pretty much got the whole spectrum covered here at the wire. Oh yes... Iceland? Finland? Portugal? RUSSIA?!? I really think that Pleasure Forever should consider taking another American band with them. Might they be interested in a band that begins with the letter H and ends with Ey Mercedes? ... Actually, we should probably try and hit Vancouver before we worry about Moscow or Reykjavik. Coming up later: Song #1 - steer clear of flaming "fuck" sign and concussion blast.
Paul: So here I am in Boulder Colorado wher it all started fro me in the touring world. PLEASURE FOREVER is just that and they will be the band for me for teh nexrt couple of years if everything goes as planned. Lots of drinking, drugs and women(them not me) so it is all very interesting and will be meeting lots of interesting over the next few years. Will try and tour the world with this band any way we can. Plans for Russia,Finland, Iceland,and portugal in addition to all the rest of Europe is all happening as we speak. I thought of giving up thje road but just couldn't do it. Till nex ttime. I didn't know if thias is what i was supposed to do for Blogging. Cioa and dobro Naht! July 8, 2001
Robert: 177 Sleepwalking - Modest Mouse I'm not even going to complain about my recent bouts with technology.
TBELL: Practice on the sabbath? Thats right, I said it. And I'm listening to The Sundays on a Sunday?!.. Hmmmm coincidence? I think not! Bob is on his way up to Milwaukee now, he'll be here in about an hour. Not sure what I'm doing later, but it's such a nice day, I think it'll be something outdoors. BBQ perhaps? Dan? You out there? Give us a call.. |
