Good evening to all of you. I have some bad news, and some not-bad-but-not-very-interesting-either news.

First of all: As many of you may have heard, I practice at the spaces beneath 14 Palmer Street, known more commonly as the Berwick Building. The building is without electricity, and has been since the beginning of the month.

Here's the skinny: One of the tenants is a man named Mr. G, who is the owner (naturally) of Mr. G's Plaza. This is a group of shops that sell mattresses, furniture, and even has a small food counter inside. (Yes, this is the same place that is located right above our room, and has on more than one occasion let the sink overflow so that our musical equipment was flooded in water, oil, and dirt.)

Apparently Mr. G had jumped the electricity meter in order to steal power, and got caught. The city's ISD ("Inspectional Services Department") came in, did not approve the repairs (they were not done by professional contractors), and additionally did an inspection of the entire building. When they did, they found the people who had been living there illegally, and condemned the top floors entirely.

Once the power is turned back on, everything should be OK for those of us who did not actually live there, but it's very up in the air when that is going to happen. It hasn't happened thus far, and it's been three weeks. Until then, everyone's equipment is sitting in the cold and the dark in a windowless basement.

So for the time being, all Karlheinz recorded material will be on hold. Apologies to everyone I promised material to.

This might in fact be the straw that breaks the camel's back. I am days away from being homeless right now, so this could be the sign that it is time to sell all my equipment and pack it in. I don't want to do this, but I may not have any choice. (Assuming I can even get to my stuff to sell it.)

The good news: after the Noise/PE Fest, I still had my live equipment at my apartment. So, that's something. In fact, I might be playing a couple of live shows very soon. Unrehearsed, unprepared live shows, but I guess that's better than nothing.

Now, on to the not-so-interesting news:

Once upon a time, there was a magical faraway kingdom, which was called the "internet." The subjects of this kingdom led lives of happiness and leisure, spending hours watching cats eat cheeseburgers, making inspirational posters, liking mudkips, and masturbating to absolutely everything. When they weren't calling /b/tards Nazis or downloading MP3's, they would gather in the Great Hall to drink mead and make merry. Of course, being the fickle drunkards that they were, they went through several Great Halls through the ages: the AOL Tavern, SixDegrees Shanty, the Friendster Cottage, and the MySpace Music Hall (formerly MySpace Mansion). Then, finally, they stumbled upon a place named Facebook, where they could do almost exactly the same things they were doing before, except without selling their souls to the evil wizard Rupert Murdoch.

And upon hearing of this magical place, I decided, after only four years, to join them. You can follow my heroic misdeeds and exciting misadventures here:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/karlheinz/211796159484

What is to be the next Great Hall? I have no idea. Perhaps a little bird will tell me.