Conspiracy

Z and I have been scheming again. You'd think we'd do it all the time, but we don't actually. Last time we conspired, the net result was birdseed floating in a jar in the fountain outside of Finney, about a hundred little flags on neon paper, and a fake squirrel spray painted white, photographed being injected by a tattoo artist in latex gloves. Ah, the good old days. Now, we're hoping for something a little more...related to our chosen careers. We are starting a gamba consort, something a little different that your ordinary boring group that plays only esoteric fantasias. We're really excited, so stay tuned for more information, pleas for services, and concert information.