So yeah, April fools.
Thanks to the outpouring of love and support for my mythical fatherhood, I almost feel the bigger fool. I love and respect my breeding friends.
Then again, I couldn’t resist. It gets harder every year to come up with some new and different reason Degenerate Press is over and done with so I’m having to reach. I’m glad a few of you are gullible enough to take the bait and/or think I’m worthy of parenthood.
I’m also glad a few of you saw right through it. I apologize for deleting the spoilers but I couldn’t have caught as many folks if I’d left up the “April fools!” comments.
No, we’re not knocked up. The FBI hasn’t shut us down. My knees aren’t so bad (yet) that I can’t rock and roll at least half the night. I haven’t sold out to Stomp & Stammer nor moved to Italy to teach sculpture, nor is Degenerate Press your new source of porn.
And thanks to those who said they’d miss DP. It is a bit of work, but reviewing music is nothing compared to making it. Get out there and support your local artists. This town has an amazing music scene – but it can’t survive without your meager funds. You’ll blow $6 on a cup of coffee without a second thought, right? Most of the shows in this town are $5 and they last a lot longer.
Degenerate Press will soldier on! We’re probably catching The Soulphonics with Ruby Velle tonight at The Star Bar. If you’re angry for being made the fool, come ’round and I’ll buy you a drink (though expect a few smirks at your expense. C’mon, seriously? Thanks also to the non-breeders out there!)
Hopefully we’ll still be kicking next year so we can try to stick it to you again.
Your fool,
Degenerate FN
