a word from alice.

To my most loyal constituents:


I know exactly what you're thinking... I'd better have a decent accounting of myself after having disappeared for over two months. To just run off like that is inexcusable, and I can only apologize for leaving you for so long with no explanation.

To be honest, I didn't even realize it had been two months - I woke up in Johannesburg on January 13th with a splitting headache, and the last thing I remembered was heading toward the Living Room on the 9th and a bottle of Drambuie flying towards my face... I still haven't been able to figure out if it hit me in the head or in the mouth, but regardless, the effect seems to have been the same, and there I was four days later in South Africa , my wallet and passport back home in my other hoop skirt. How embarrassing.

Luckily, while hitchhiking my way around East Africa I ran into Rohin in Zanzibar, and I was able to stow away in one of his finger cymbal cases on the way back to the states. And here we are in mid-March already, and I've got to get cracking. I've put the lash to Seth and Kyle to get them working on the new album, and things are progressing with that. I've also decided that I shall be appearing at The Living Room once again on April 3rd, though perhaps I should be renting the Popemobile this time to get there. Maybe we can catch up there over a spot of tea and some of Seth and Kyle's new material.

I hope you can forgive my absence; I have every intention of blaming it on the Drambuie - scotch is far too sweet for me anyway.

-a.