Invariably invisible these days, except for the recurring New Year's Eve gig and Internet excavations. We should be playing the Wooly Mammoth National Park dedication in Waco soon enough, celebrating the unburied fossils of our cattle's ancestry. Don't mark your calendar, but keep all 365 days open. The band tried to take it overground for a while there as the Uubermensch Quartet but the neighbors called the cops, who took it upon themselves to board up our windows. So now we can't see out and we've receded into more or less a headphone band, long on elastic.