August, The Summer's Last Messenger Of Misery,

When You Start To Doubt Yourself The Real World Will Eat You Alive.

Everything You Do Makes My Body Scream With Loneliness.

So Many Americans, For One Reason Or Another, They Watch The News And It Doesn't Really Give Them The Idea Of The World. Or They Don't Read Or Travel. They Have No Idea That America Is Part Of The World And Not The World Itself.

I'm A Big Fan Of The American Tapes Label. But That's Very Hard To Keep A Grip On That Because You Blink Your Eyes And They've Released Three Records, All Of Which Are Limited Edition, All Sold At One Show. So You Have To Follow In Drips And Drops On Ebay, Which I Do.

Imagine Someone So Infatuated By A Band That They Have Every Different Pressing Of Every Album The Band Made. Most Of The Time, The Only Difference In The Album Is The Matrix Number Or A Different 'made In' Notation On The Back Cover Or Label. This Is Enough To Make Some People Extremely Excited. Actually, Much More Than Excited.