Much sorrow I have for my move to dead-and-dying Babushnikov. But choices I had none. Slowly I recovered human dignity and left behind that which cannot be discussed. I care little for the derivative music of Trilithon, but I see opportunities for advancement in the shady, lucrative, and emotionally devastating World of Pop Music. Trilithon is mere stepping stone in my journey to global dominance, but lucky they are that I am here. And lucky I am that they give me free drink tickets when they play gigs in half-filled clubs with people who talk loud and ignore them. Such people will soon fill with regret. This I promise. All hail Trilithon!!!

I’ll find you in your town!