I'm working on a conceptual piece that depicts not only the struggle of Confederate Soldiers in the Civil War, but the sheer joy of throwing cottage cheese at other people while screaming profanities. I haven't decided on a medium yet, as you all know, I'm a huge fan of interpretive dance, but this piece could be conveyed equally well through poetry, or even water colors. We'll just have to see which muse inspires me...
~Billy Bob

I think at I got Poison Ivy at our gig in Long Beach. Some groupies came back stage with somy "dynamite hash" their words not mine. I rolled a couple of doobies and we partied all night long. I woke up this morning with a terrible rash all over my fingers and lips. It itches like crazy, and the worst part is the hash was terrible, I barely got a buzz on. ~Billy Bob

I just woke up from a sex induced coma. I guess I've been out for about four months, but I want my fans to know I haven't been loafing. These past four months have been the most productive time of my life creatively speaking. As soon as I came to, I grabbed a pen and jotted down the lyrics I'd crafted in my mind. Here is a sample of a song I wrote that should be on our upcoming album, "Coma Chameleon."

I found a dark place, that I didn't want to go
The mash potatoes here wont' stay for the show
If I don't find my pants, I won't do so well
My head is under water, my hair is my hell

~Billy Bob