A New Birth of Swamptooth

Twelve dozen, four score, and seven years ago ... er, uh ... no. Two-to-the-fourth-power years ago, our four fathers (including Rich Amtower at that point), brought forth upon this land of fruits and nuts, a new music group, conceived in semiotics class, and dedicated to the proposition that a half dozen in-jokes mumbled along to a half-original tune resulted in a rock and roll song somehow interesting to the population beyond our parents' houses, and worthy of inclusion on Kevin and Bean's Christmas Tape (yes, tape). Now we are engaged in a half-hearted struggle, that occasionally tended domains and Classic Stickmen mp3s, though far below our paltry powers of expression to elevate into genuine classics, might not vanish from the earth, or at least the most used search engines. What was said here today will be but little remembered, but ... well, yeah. 'Nuff said. Long tall hat tip: Abe Lincoln.