Is what we’re going on. So don’t take it personally if you email us and it takes weeks to get a response. Multi-week backpacking trips are truly the lifeblood of this band - something about the combination of cool mountain air and doing most of your drinking through a warm plastic nipple really gets the hits flowing.

In the meantime, may we recommend a little something from our archives.

High school is and was a special place for we of the LLC, and, as such, we try to respect the sacred space cordoned off therein, keeping reality away from teenagers and teenagers away from reality as much as we humanly can. But tonight we have to break with this (heretofore) unwritten rule and encourage every man, woman, and child who’s reading this in time to make a pilgrimage to Portland’s Lincoln High School, because their theater department is currently running a truly awesome show.

We’re a little biased, in that our good friend Liam Kaas-Lentz is the director and one of our songs is featured in the show, but it’s a pretty ballsy piece of devised theater from the 14-18 year old set, and we can’t praise it enough.

Go art! Go kids! Go deconstructionist theatrical karaoke!

Not 100% sure what happened, but a couple of weeks ago the company that ran our old message board network got “upgraded” to another network.

Weirdly enough, the next day people suddenly stopped posting in our forums.

We assumed the world just ran out of things to talk about, or that there was maybe a silent protest going on against this “Yuku”, but it turns out a switch had gotten flipped in the process and we forgot to unflip it. (Specifically, the switch labeled “Let people post on your message board: Yes or No?”)

So: we unflipped the switch, and now everything’s better. I guess the moral of this story is to start taking people a bit more seriously when they say things like, “Your message board is broken and it isn’t letting me post.”

Through the miracle of science, there are finally moving pictures of us on the internet. We just kind of threw them up there because we realized the only other clip of us on YouTube was 18 seconds long - please feel free to add your own if you have any, or let us know if we uploaded something you shot without attribution, or whatever.

We’re giving our media section an overhaul in much the same way as the Colorado River carved the Grand Canyon - slowly, and wetly, but for keeps.

Also, a new show just got confirmed, but we don’t want to steal the tour page’s thunder.

These are the gap-toothed years, when the ascap tooth fairy leaves quarterly statements under our pillows, rewards for the little bits of “anodyne” and “spaghetti streetwalker” that play largely unnoticed in the living rooms of Swedes and Italians and Mexicans.

What I mean to say is that we’re 7 years old, that this is the time that you pat us on the head and ask, “So Speechwriters LLC, what do you want to be when you grow up?” Do we want to be firemen? Veterinarians? Corporate financiers or chief technology officers?

When we grow up we will be rockstars. Here’s our 1st grade talent show: