Alert! Jalapeno Popsicle Peddler a Fraud!

Warning: The "goods" of the aforementioned peddler at SXSW were found to be a total sham, a ruse, a mere trick to infiltrate the B.U.N.G. Literally. We only 'passed' them yesterday, after weeks of discomfort and confusion. Plastic pretend jalapenos, no doubt bugs intended to pick the brains of this magically talented duo. Enough!
Stay tuned for a tearful ballad inspired by this horrific tragedy.
(Just in case anyone else ate the frozen jalapenos on a stick- they were crunchy because they were plastic, not frozen. See your doctor.)

Post SXSW Wrap Up

Well, it seems we are now the toast of the alley off 43rd St. by Duval in Austin! Not surprising. We worked tirelessly to please our loyal fans, recruite new devotees and avert the attention of the film guys who live on the corner. It was the 7th visit from the police that confirmed our place in alley history! And dare I might say that we are likely the toast of the police headquarters as well as the boys over there couldn't help but gaze at us incredulously as we were booked the second time. Clearly, we amazed them. Of course. After playing 7 straight 3 minutes sets, 2 days in a row, how could we not?
I don't want to toot our own horn, but......TOOT TOOT!

End of Year Newsletter....Pure Joy!

Phew...what a year! We have just been superduper busy bumblebees hardly a chance to take even one little itty bitty breath because we're busy busy busy. How shall I even BEGIN to share all that we've accomplished this year? So much success and fun and love that our cuppeths most seriously runneth over and our hearts burst like pinatas being pummeled by grubby, grimy, greedy kids at a birthday party where you salivate staring at the cake all day only to discover the cake under the white icing not only isn't chocolate, but it's gluten free angel food cake!Bloody hell- what's the point of that?!
Our hearts reached maximum capacity when we delved head first into the ultimate rewarding job- we joined the parenthood (see heart-warming details below).Our adopted little pigeon Thor was only with us for 3 days before he passed on to the other side (we were intent on training him to fetch his own h2o but he FLAT OUT REFUSED, blaming his broken wing and 2 broken legs- well, look where THAT got him) but to us it felt like an entire lifetime, and so full of love and experience and pain as well. We feel so much closer to our own parents, having had Thor, the love of our lives. And we have every intention of holding weekly seances to commune with his other worldly bird spirit. We will report back on how he is doing over there- fret not!
In addition, we had the singular honor of allowing the famous Fish Puss to open up for us on what is now regarded as our most over the top tour, a wild ride "not to be missed" by the Rolling Pebble blogger, Stan Phips. 4 cities, 8 venues!6 laundromats and 2 7-11's. We've really set the standards for the "Pop-up venue" and feel like we are ready to take on the world.
Needless to say, we used the remaining 9 months to recuperate, pamper, grieve, grow and nap.
Other "Red Letter events" include:
           Finding my lucky red pencil after months of speculation. Finally, the 3rd psychic we hired to help us locate it discovered it was stabbed into the underside of the giant womb atop our van.
          We also discovered the innate beauty of helping the homeless get in shape. We've found that if you yell at a homeless man across the street that you're going to throw away your left over filet mignon in a nearby trashcan, they will indeed get up and cross the road to pilfer said filet. Sometimes we tease them with empty boxes,. but they always thank us for the workout. We've seen many tears of appreciation.
In short, you're welcome, world- for just us being.
You Are Welcome!

Connecting with the Mother Goddess

You may have heard the rush of rumors- so let me just put a stop to it right now, right here! Yes, it's true! My true love and myself have decided to share all that we have, our talent, our fame, our money, our friends and our love too I guess. We've ripped open our hearts, spewed our bloody insides all over our new white wool carpet and opened our doors to a new family member. After days of careful consideration and way heavy soul searching, we've decided to adopt a new baby! We have a baby!!
It began...gosh, nearly a week ago, when we heard an uncomfortable, actually annoying cooing coming in from our bedroom window. We tried to ignore it for a couple of days, yelling "Shut up! People are trying to sleep!I have a shotgun!" and such but to no avail. The cooing continued. Then those violent thunderstorms came and thankfully drowned out the noise, only to have it return with the sun. This is when we saw the little bird, a wounded baby pigeon, hobble across our window sill. Obviously, we slammed the window shut and when it didn't go away, we shown a spotlight on it in the hopes that it would leap off the ledge. No. Leap it did not. After several more days of ignoring, the cooing didn't improve and our hearts exploded, with love I guess.  Because with our next action, we gave ourselves over to the parenthood! I became a mom....the minute I opened that window and let in the dirty little wounded pigeon....and will remain a mom until he figures out how to get back out the window or until he realizes how to feed himself (we're not really in the market for handouts- just love, and maybe water...)
We're proud parents of a baby pigeon! Baby shower info to follow....

We've Met Our Match...

...In New York City playing outside the entrance of the US Open, we found a triumph, a stellar merger of brilliance and humbleosity, a most delectable celebration of freedom hair peace love- we have become beside ourselves. And after a fair amount of cash encouragement from our trust fund manager, the feeling is mutual! We are pleased to announce the world tour of Coconut BUNG with opening act Fish Puss!! (To their faces, we act as their opener, but I think we all know the BUNG is always the headliner!)
Hits de la Puss? Look out for favorites like Hook and Sinker (a ballad about a hooker and her rotund lover), Jail Bait, a tail of forbidden love between a great white and a sperm whale and I Like Balloons about a boy who moves to Florida in search of a circus.
Details to follow regarding tour dates. Get a leg up and look in all your laundromat windows- you may see us  putting on a surprise show in preparation...(shhhh, just a hint.....)

A Broken Heart Sniffles in the Wind

Hark, dear gnomes of the sacred BUNG, it has come to our attention that perhaps your ears have wandered. Our hearts have droopened, out steadfast dedication to our fellow bungers SHAKEN, not stirred while mom and dad threaten to literally stop paying rent on our Pac Heights condo....(we'll find you, anonymous incriminating photo sender...we'll find you!)
Our friend Onyx said her friend Sir Turquise knows of a band called Rainbow Unicorns of the Occult and that on Tuesday of last week their YouTube hits exceeded those of the Nut by over 14. UTTER BETRAYAL!
After pondering hour upon hour how best to punish you, the FANS, for failing to do your job as aforementioned fans (each of you has a signed contract to this effect which is being stored safely on the cloud), we've decided to initiate a MANDATORY bunger meeting. If you can read this. THIS MEANS YOU!  to be held at Moonrise of the Bleeding Butterfly at peak blood time- SHARP!
Itinerary follows:
Blood Percolating Time: Subjects Arrive
                Meet & Greet with Bark Tinctures, Root Teas and Yummy BUNG Nibbles
Peak Menses Time: Horrifyling punishment TBD (but wear comfortable clothing)
Bloody Aftermath: Clean-up (can someone bring some paper towels and scour sponges: The beet juice is a total nightmare to clean up. Also, don't forget to tip the maids.)

Feel free to call me if anyone needs a ride.

Austin City Limits and Hardly Stricktly Bluegrass!

We were asked to leave by both festivals so no news on this front but please put them in your evil eye for your love of us.
Thanks, dear fans. We love you.
BUNG on.