���The time has come for us, the David Crowder Band, to bid adieu for a while. Stop your crying! This is not the end, but only a brief respite from the rigors of Christian Rock superherodom. At the top of the year a news story was printed that outlined a calendar of sorts. Because we all have bad memories, the exact wording has been forgotten. No matter, for we believe it referred to this time of the year as the point in which we will retreat into our secret layer to record the album to end all albums. A rock masterpiece for the ages that will be handed down from father to son, accompanied by gloriously exaggerated urban myths such as 'they are all 12 feet tall and carry axes like Paul Bunyan' or 'they recorded it in a studio a hundred miles below the Earth's surface with the help of Elvis's cryogenically frozen head at the mixing board.' How else will the masses be able to explain the greatness this album shall carry?
���Though we are not all 12 feet tall, and our studio is not captained by the head of Elvis (?), there are some other myths that may be floating around which must be addressed. Therefore we present the following list:
Myths About Stuff That Need Debunking
- That whole recording process? Its a party!
No its not. Ok, it is...but not the way you think. Or is it?
- What with modern recording techniques, the band doesn't need to even be there!
Well, not quite. We need to be around to tell the evil robots what to play.
- There are evil robots?
Oh yeah, scores of 'em.
- What about Dave, is he an evil robot?
��� We regret to inform you, the reader, that this line of questioning has ceased for the time being. The record will be released in September. End of letter