The following announcement will come as a surprise to anyone that has known me for any amount of time over the last 12 years. To those of you that don't know me, I don't know how it would come as a surprise... as you don't know me. For many years I have not only been vehemently and vocally opposed to cover bands, and even moreso... tribute bands,.. but I have even gone so far as to berate and belittle loved ones and "friends" that have participated in such endevours. Always viewed as a somewhat unnecessary evil in my eyes, I felt that playing music that was not one's own creation inevitably pulled one away from creating their own sound and material ... and in all honesty, I have seen that be the case in many of those situations (which I've learned is not always a bad thing). For fucks sake, to learn a song just because some drunk moron might actually request it was by far about as deep an insult as one could commit to oneself. Being one that never was much on crowd-pleasing anyway, it would be no surprise that this would be my attitude... though I'm not totally sure I've ever pleased a crowd with the music I've been involved with... but that's neither here nor there and was never the point. Creation is masturbation and I have no regrets. So, as life would have it, here I am after many a rant, eating crow-pie and doing something totally out of my character... for it is mine as an artist to do: destroy and recreate... About 2 months ago I was approached with a project and after many questions... and a couple of burps of stomach acid... I decided "Why the fuck not?" I am pleased to announce the debut of LOVE REMOVAL MACHINE this weekend at Flatlanders in Lincolnshire, IL... a musical tribute to the music of THE CULT. No, I'm not dyeing my hair and I haven't studied Ian's dance moves... but I have learned a shitload of songs and the music kicks ass. Feel free to visit the band's website (www.loveremovalmachine.net) and feel free to call me what you will... I, personally, would call myself a sell-out... or a whore... but I haven't been paid one red cent so far... so until I've made more money than I've spent on my musical endevours,.. maybe I'll just call myself a a skank... or a fuck-loving slut... but don't call me late for dinner.