The FLOG!

Dear Patrons of the Arts,

All is not well across the Flawed landscape these days. The band has foolishly agreed to stage some kind of "CD Recording Concert" on Saturday, July 19, a scant (you do the math; we're tired) days from now, at the Blue Ridge Pickin' Parlor, somewhere in Granada Hills, which is somewhat north of Los Angeles (ditto).

And now various members of the band are in full-on, screaming banshee panic mode. There are three main streams of angst flowing into a mighty, neurotic river:

• We're not prepared to get up and play in front of a paying audience, practicing only once a week, and most of that time devoted to tuning the banjo.
• Nobody will pay $20 apiece to come hear us (though it's just $15 in advance, we're just sayin'...)
• We're all going to die. Of embarrassment.

Bad enough? Not for the Flaw.

There's more.

The guy upon whom we were relying to record the concert, a professional sound engineer, has to go to a wedding. So now there's nobody available to record the concert that's so bad nobody will pay to hear it and there will be rotting embarrassed band corpses all around anyway.

Our legacy is intact.

There is a fallback position for the recording. We have a telephone answering machine with a fresh tape in it that we can set near the stage and we think we can get some CD tracks with that. Of course, each song will be limited to one minute and we can't start until we hear the beep.

There will be updates as the situation worsens. Meantime, here's the concert poster. Staple it to a loved one so you don't forget.

--The Flaw