Suddenly Butcher Boy was struck by the awful realisation that, as the past was expanding, the future was shrinking. At that very moment a wave of unadulterated panic swept over him, leaving him gasping and clutching the air.

Luckily, Butcher Boy knew the rudiments of first aid and took a few deep breaths to steady the pulse. When the feeling passed he resolved to create something - anything - for posterity.

With that, Butcher Boy opened the curtains, did his hair, and made the call.

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Someone once asked Butcher Boy why he bothered so much about the details when the bigger picture was so skewed. Shouldn't a drummer come before a backdrop? And what's the market for songs about scrabbling for change anyway? Butcher Boy didn't have an answer at the time, which was a shame. But he thought about it later and he realised, well... these songs are OUR songs. We might stumble on a word or a chord change and it makes us really happy, and suddenly we're lost in record sleeves and badges and projectors... it's fun. It's fun to write about acrobats and harpoons.

So Butcher Boy still ploughs the furrow, and Butcher Boy remains Andy on bass, Susie on keyboards, and Johnny playing guitar and singing.

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