We're sorry to have rocked your earballs until they bled. Sorry if we messed up your weekend (there have been reports of hangovers). Sorry for the glorious musical blunders (that dude HAD to be tackled with "friendly fire"). But really we're sorry it's the last show for a while . Time to make the donuts, to pay the rent on our remote Yukon cabin, to assemble and record brain-rotting music that will set you free.

Favor: please tell Intellijamus it's going to be okay. He's so happy, he weeps! Tell him you love him, Pimples. He needs you now more than ever. A step-dad can console only so much.

Portland was fun. Way fun. We loved every moment in the bright lights and wanted to shine them right back at you, our beloved Pimples. There was some sing-along, some chanting, a few too many drinks and enough 3SPeanutery to supply a kindergarten class with PB&Js for a month. Go team! Now, it's time to actually learn the songs (practice tonight at the treehouse, boyz!) and rock the Croc in a lovely frock this Saturday. See you there (seriously, please come so they don't fire us).

 Two shows coming up for all you 3SP nerds:

• Saturday 7/31 Portland @ Doug Fir (get tickets online)
• Saturday 8/7 Seattle @ Crocodile Cafe (get tickets online)

Plan to grab your partner by the hand and sing along to the songs which defined your arrested childhood. You'll be in good company. We expect lawyers and janitors arm-in-arm, singing the words to Space Cadet. Um, what else. Blog, blog, blog ... this is exhausting! Actually, we're planning on rocking out with our pimples out so bring a tube of Clearasil, your rollerskates and a bucket of fried chicken. These shows will be the Doctor's original recipe ... extra crunchy!

We're headed back into our Spokanistan cave HQ to work on a new album. We've got a list of doozies to record. And, yes, there will be shows but we're taking a short break while we work on our synchronized hula hoop routine set to the theme from SWAT.

We're not saying the Portland & Bellingham shows are going to be our best or that we'll play flawlessly or that these shows will change your life in some small yet significant way. We're not saying any of that. However, we are thinking exactly that. These shows will be our best and we will play flawlessly (mostly because when we mess up, it will be destiny) and these shows WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!!! Why? Because this is all we got!!!! The day after the shows, Taboo is pulling a double shift, Wonder Bred will still be aimlessly unemployed, Intellijamus & Otto will be changing dirty diapers, and Themo will be making his own lunch ... again. But before all that messy mess, we've got some gutter rock to sling, some speed rapping to blurt out and some sweet ass spandex to don.

Come prepared to sing along. Bring $10 and pick-up the new CD (or pre-order your CD now!). And remember ... if you love the Super Sonic Soul Pimps, then you're a Pimple ... pop!

We had a great time in Spokanistan at The Boulevard and at The Croc in Si'ahl this weekend.  

Spokane highlights include:

• mystery flavored shots delivered to band on stage
• Taboo in spandex
• soundman (Johnie) lending apartment to us for changing above club (sorry about the dirty diaper)

Seattle highlights include:

• amazing production crew & green room (sorry about the dirty diaper)
• that one awesome dude with the Sonics shirt who ended up with Wonder Bred's white cane
• world's most eclectic fan turnout (spotted: a janitor and CEO arm-in-arm singing the words to Space Cadet)
• 3SP custom cookies -- whos idea was that and can we hire you to manage us?!!!!

Okay ... off to our Honeycomb Hideout. We'll send a fax before we emerge again.

- da boyz, Themo & Bred

Well, it took us a while. Twelve years to be exact, but we are releasing a new album on Valentine's Day! However, today we begin previewing a song a week-ish. You can listen over here. We'll start out slowly with Wonder Bred's Lament (a bit of backstory) and ramp it up next week with an old favorite we never managed to record called Crossbred.

That's how many years it's been since 3SP released an album. What have we been up to? Mostly nothing. Well, we did that one gig and then there was that one time we wrote some tunes and stuff. Taboo drank some cold hot dog water, got crazy and arrested. Otto swam the Skagit river on his back like a sea otter, eating his favorite meal: fruit loops drenched in peach schnapps. Intellijamus stared at the wall and tickled his pet sock.

Then Kimo showed up and things got musically crazy. Wonder Bred came out of semi-sweet retirement and demanded publishing rights to everything (dick!) but soon just played on the album because he didn't really have anything else to do. The good news is the album is pretty much genius. Actually, it is genius. Seriously ... you're going to dig it. Fellow pimp bakers, prepare the be frosted like a day-old german chocolate cupcake. Delicious.

Today is Kimo appreciation day. Happy Hour pricing on Kimo sashimi on the half-shell from 6-8pm. Why? 'Cause Kimo is only the baddish ash fish in the sea! He's a multi-instrumentalist/therapist. That's right, a banjo-flute-guitar-sax-vocal boy wonder ... and a certified, fully accredited Freudian therapist! Specifically, Dr. Wonder Bred's personal therapist for the past 17 years.

Recently he lead the humalien triplet lab rats through a series of past-life regressive therapy sessions with a Ouija board and a bottle of Captain Morgan's which ended mostly in tears (and an inflated invoice only a nutjob would pay!) Otto cried in his pigeon soup, Taboo stared at the wall for days while Intellijamus picked at a scab and watched Punky Brewster re-runs. So much for Kimo-therapy. Dr. Bred promptly chased him off the compound property with a kitchen knife.

At any rate, before that shit went down he laid myriad tracks on the new album, earning the nickname "themeo" for his ability to develop epic melodic themes that will absolutely make your head explode. So, basically he's better than you and is probably sleeping with your brother and/or sister. Sorry, but it's all true!