PureVolume

Cap'n Costello left home on a camping expedition. He traveled lightly on his piebald-speckled horse. His sleeping bag was from the rentals department of the camping store; it was a mock orange colored knapsack. Just like his descendents (who were all mountain men) his beard was weaved into a mess; a sloppy braid of sorts. Occasionally, he would send me letters with the most impressive display of cursive handwriting. He tells me of his travels and "The Impossibles of Life", the title of his memoirs. It's been several months since we've spoken; he even missed the anniversary of his first born child, but his girlfriend still wears the promise ring that he gave her. In time, she'll leave him for an american football player...one who lives the good life, drives a luxury SUV, and ghost rides the whip.

The purevolume page is back in action...our "myspace" shouldn't be hogging any attention. Anyways... remember when bands used to have their own websites? Totally weird. www.bysurprise.net