Your band performed in Austin this weekend at the, uh, Batfest, where people stand on a bridge and, uh, look at bats. (Whatever, like Austin needs an excuse for live music, I hear next week is Gravityfest). We all enjoyed the show  - you even got the Suze to purchase a couple of your CDs that disappointed her on the drive home - but there was something a little... off... about your performance.

Put it this way: if sexual tension could be converted into energy, then the looks that you were giving the lead singer could have lit up Paris.

Is it hard to play the violin while simultaneously imagining yourself as half of a black-and-white Alpha Rev cookie?

How about a little love for the keyboardist? He practically knocked his instrument down trying to get your attention with his  LOOK AT ME I AM AN ARTIST intensity. He looked like he spent the last 25 years playing alone in the basement with his instrument* and is maybe too excited about getting to be in a band with other people.

Anyway, best of luck to you and the lucky lead singer. And maybe if the whole music career works out, you'll all be able to chip in and buy an entire cello.