H. Dog from Alamogordo, New Mexico: I’m not kissing any ass here--but the Circus Devils seem to put out better psyche albums than ANYONE did back in the 60s and early 70s. All those crappy albums that people pay thousands for for a "lost thrill"-- the Circus Devils provides. Dr John's Gris Gris, White Noise, all that stuff, Can, Faust....sure they are all good...but....All those snobby record collectors may know nothing about the almighty Circus Devils....Why is that? Its a crime! C'mon Sgt....Why is this? Its a CRIME!

Dear H-Dog: Maybe you are biased on this subject. Think what might happen if you had your way. Your intentions may be pure, but these things have a way of spinning out of control. Picture it with me. Circus Devils on billboards. Circus devils songs on dog food commercials. Kids drawing circus devils logos on their folders and on the covers of their school books. Circus Devils graffiti. Fights in the lunchroom between adolescent girls over which circus devil is the cutest. And you just know there will be fights about this. Movie deals and law suits. Vacations to Bora-Bora. And you would wish this upon the world, and upon us? Well that's very kind.

I disagree with you. You are kissing ass. But there's no need to feel ashamed. Think of it as a calling, and it's your duty to answer. Here's what sgt. Disco did, and you can do the same. Start by infiltrating the nearest record-collector society. Sip wine with them and join their high-brow conversation peppered with phrases from extinct languages. Then, when you have won their trust, grab them by the collar and give them a violent shake. Shake them hard enough so that their monacles fall off. Slap a few astonished faces while you're at it. Then declare "Sic semper tyrannus!" and apply rubber stamps to their foreheads bearing the circus devils logo. This should get the message across. But be prepared to receive a polite letter revoking your membership to the society. At any rate, see what kind of progress you can make as one voice crying out in the wilderness, and report back here with any news. A sincere thank you for your continuing support, Mr. Dog.

Wintersox from Bloomington, Indiana: I quit my job to dedicate myself to my art and in the process I lost my love, sweet Katie. I'd like to share my love letter to the world.
Sweet Peace in the Fields I enter fate At the rustic gales of the gate I erupt unseen A fledgling A prophet again I do not claim anything but love You enter too Wearing waterfalls Together we meet again It is like the purest trust Like nothing we could ever imagine We sip golden water from the brook Our halos a symbol on Earth They take us anywhere our heart yearns But every night we return To rest as sweet peace in the fields.
Do you think I am onto something or just bat shit crazy?

Dear Sox: The second poem is better . . . the one about bat shit. Now don't get your giblets in an uproar! I'm not finished yet. First of all, I am no Ann Landers or Miss Abbey, but I will take a whack at this. First, as a poet, there's a barrier you need to break, where the personal yearnings come through as universal expressions that don't reflect back on you and your personal need for love and peace. Everybody wants love and peace. Regardless of the sincerity of your message, it makes people cringe too see a poem like this, because they can only think of you when they read it. A better poem would make the reader think of herself. Having said that, you are very brave to offer your poem to the public, especially to a group of fellow citizens who are here to read about circus devils.

Look here, you want to drink the golden water and find peace in the fields. But Katie wants a man with a paycheck. Can you see the problem here? What you need is a girl who wants the same things you want. Sweet Katie is not interested in sweet peace in the fields! Some will say it was a mistake for me to reproduce this poem here. They will say, This letter should have gone to Katie, and not to circus devils. They will say, "Don't encourage that suckling crybaby!” But I think we all need to be cut slack in this world, and here is your measure of slack. Now stay in pain and hone your skills. Go on a quiet search for your peace in the fields. Don't expect it or try to force it. See?

Sopes from Seven Hills: Dear Circus Devils, did you ever obtain the Golden Carrot? p.s. - It's fvcking hot in here.

Dear Sopes: What is the golden carrot? Is it something the devil offers in exchange for allegiance? We think maybe you are the devil. You said that it was hot where you are. I have been to the seven hills, and I have seen you there. You were disguised as a bank teller. You tried to gyp me.

Pure Guava from Wauseon, Ohio: Your song Soldiers of June makes me cry each time I hear it. Since it is so short, there aren't all that many tears. But it's the thought that counts.

Sparking Droid from Hunchback Headquarters: I always secretly thought i gained enough intuitively from the circus devils records as to eliminate the need for psychiatric help. Thank you for your music. It really does help with balancing perspective. I have a few questions - are there or will there be any other community celebrations in the same vein as 'new you (you can see and believe)'? Is it worth investing hope in the existence of visuals? holographic mutants? real ones? May i title such footage, if i ever get a hold of it, 'visible men in the meatyard' ?

Dear Sparky: Any news of a live show will go out to the circus devils mailing list. But right now, there are no such plans. Speaking of visuals, we are planning to put together a rudimentary sort of "video," which we hope to make available soon. We would like to continue making such videos. But don't expect to see bathing beauties and flashy styles. Your title idea is good. Maybe we can use it for the box set coming out in 2013.

Transcendant Recliner from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: What pleases Sgt. Disco?

Dear Recliner: Sgt. Disco is most pleased by seeing his name on the cover of a record. When we found out that it would be OUR record, we were so very, very happy. One of us was so happy that he swung his arms and smashed some lamps and furniture. At the end of the day we had no more guitars left. They were all smashed to pieces. I think this proves to you how happy we were.
The Sgt. also enjoys visits from his favorite call-girl Pinky. So far I have been introduced to six different girls with the name Pinky. It's not what you think. They go roller skating, and afterwards they share a malt. Once they invited me to go along, but the sgt. said I was not to speak a word. Since I didn't know any sign language, Pinky thought I was just retarded. This only made her pay more attention to me, and less to the sgt., because she was the motherly type, and became very concerned with my needs. I decided to play along and pretend not to be able to roller skate. You can imagine how the sgt. reacted to this situation. The place emptied out in a matter of seconds. Those who stayed behind were no longer conscious when the police arrived.

Bill from Enon, Ohio: WE NEED A TOUR! Need to see the madness for my own very eyes....straps hold up the jaw....Trent Reznor has nothing on Circus Devils.

Dear Bill: Your imaginary circus devils show will always be better than the real thing.
P.S.: What do you mean, madness? You think the band is crazy or something? No, I'm serious. What do you mean?

Carbuncle from Philadelphia: Umm, I've got some green burning a hole in my pocket. How can I donate? Is there a minimum?

Dear Carbuncle: Send all donations via paypal to circusdevils@earthlink.net . There is no need to feel shy about it. Helping musicians who work hard to give you a quality listening experience is a good cause. Give generously.

Shannon from Lowell, Massachussetts: Hey guys, I hope you are all having a wonderful summer!!!! Much Peacenlove to you all.

Lord Kitchen Knife from Arrowe Hill, United Kingdom: Sgt. Disco and I served together on the eastern front during the Psychedelic wars. He is indeed a gentleman and a scholar & as melodic as a tripping bee. GOD SAVE THE CIRCUS DEVILS.

Lucy Fur from Dayton, Ohio: My family loves Circus Devils. GOD BLESS THOSE DEVILS. We love them and think they should go on tour. We could bring the entire family. They're not really Devils just eclectic musicians who are on the cusp of something new and improved in rock. Bring it all to life. See you all in the Hall Of Mirrors. Fuckers! Circus Devils taught me how to live.

Bluecat from Ottowa, Canada: Does Circus Devils believe in UFOs?

Dear Bluecat: Many people will assume that everything written here is a cute joke. They are mistaken. This is not a forum for cute jokes. Don't allow the avalanche of nonsense presented on this topic in the media and in the movies to sway your opinion. UFOs are real. Either a direct experience, or trust in the word of one's fellow man, or an awareness of the vastness of the universe will support this belief. Those who refuse to believe are like the kid on the playground who kisses the bully's ass in order to join his gang. They are frightened seekers of safety, and nothing else.

Javiar from Venezuela: I was tired of music, and then I heard circus devils. Now I will not listen to music ever again.

Dear Javiar: We regret your loss but will not apologize.

Jim the Fish from North Bay, Canada: I don't know what the goddam is going on right now. Since I started listening to that first circus devils record there with that song devilspeak, my hands have always been feelin' wet, and my heads been feelin' dizzy and such. I'm asking myself questions too at this point, like "which record is the best?" But there is no best, a forward moving object does not have a best, or wait... Well i just don't know dammit. I would also think that a goddamned Circus Devil would have a 6th , 7th or even an 8th record hidden in a secret compound under guard from eager listenitarians hungry for something not even comprehended. Is this too much to ask? A future? Something for the hungry?? Something for the willing???

Dear Jim: Willing? What are you willing to do? Donate to the circus devils charity fund? We gladly accept your generous offer. One of the above messages contains the details you need to fulfill your wish. No sir, there are no secret recordings hidden away from you. Everything we do as a band gets put on the records that go for sale. Some records are planned, but it's another thing to go ahead and make them. I can tell you Jim, it's no picnic lunch. "Bird maggot" was a planned record that never got made. We just didn't have what it takes to make that record. At least not yet. Then there was "Sit and Spin," and then "Get up and go." Then there was "Now hold on just a minute!" Those records were going to be great, and they might yet appear one day. Or maybe not. We appreciate your desire for more, and we regret that you are not satisfied.

Jeff from Florida: Nothing makes sense on your records. Its just loads of shit piled on with nothing meaningful behind it.

Dear Jeff: Are you some kind of professor? Steve Five from THE LIBRARY IS ON FIRE told me that Florida is America’s wang. Is that true?

Jason from Lewisville, TX: Circus Devils taught me how to live.

Dear Jason: The band appreciates your remark. Maybe you can return the favor?

Crabapple from Albuquerque, NM: The greater Albuquerque, New Mexico metropolitan area is split in two by a strip of cottonwood forest known as The Bosque. The Bosque is known to be haunted by a number of legendary inhabitants, not the least of which would be "La Llorona" or the crying woman. She weeps for her children drowned in the Rio Grande by a band of thieves. Anyway, assholes, one time I was tossing handcuffs on some homeless drunk in the Bosque and he said, "Circus Devils Is Real!" He puked in my back seat.