Very poignant Satur999! Reading your soothing prose harkens back to a simpler time when we lived in caves, gathered berries, and grunted our dismay at the sun as it disappeared over the horizon. You took half a page to say absolutely nothing. Three cheers for mindless prattle! Your meandering grammatical nightmare makes my stomach hurt.

It seems people are mistaking mighty SP's effortless mastery of the music for apathy. They are hovering around 40 (even if they don't look it at all), if you want to see a bunch of girls dancing around in tight pants, go see Panic at the Disco or something. Billy and Jimmy achieved a kind of monk-like inner peace and serenity along with a preternatural telepathy (it was apparent in Asheville that they are fully in control of their destiny). Check out Silverf**k, the last song played at the last show in Asheville. It's "on the fly" and completely evil. The calm smirk doesn't mean they're "phoning it in" it means "I can melt your face with my eyes closed." The music is so ferocious and fluid and alive. I am stupefied by how easy they make it look.

...Sorry, just bored at work!