Recorded some sort of live test for the first time in ages.  Kinda improvised. I have so many excuses. To low pitch for my fucking stale throat.  

 There, all better..

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Thieves in the Palace is an alternative rock project that originated from influences such as west coast bay area rock, folk, progressive rock and jazz. The members have been writing and recording the songs to be included on this album for the past six years. We appreciate the visit and we hope our music reaches you.  If this is your first time visiting our page, feel free to let us know what you think. We're listening!


thievesinthepalace.com

Cows, kilometers, diskbänksrealz.

https://soundcloud.com/stroemmen

Very Short Bio:
toady is a total doucheface. i saw him at the store the other day and he totally whacked me with the coldest of shoulders, all the while eyeballing my girlfriend head to toe and whispering salt n pepa lyrics.
plus, he is always going on about himself in the third person, which is tré irratationing and angrifying.
what a dick.
ok. how about a real bio, and in the first person...
my name is todd haggerty, and i can't seem to find the shift key on my keyboard. i'm from washington state, which is probably the second best state to be in (after the state of nirvana). i currently live in norway, and something (possibly the wife and daughter thing) tells me i will be here for a while.
i make music.  
i'm not a very good soundclouder, as i take a lot more than i give, and am not the best at following up and leaving comments on other people's tracks.  trust me, if i had more time then that would change.
i know my moniker sucks, but every time i come up with a name i like, i google them shits and discover that it's already been taken by some jackass and his or her terrible doof-doof music. sometimes i play with the idea of changing my name to "the ninja fireman," as those were the two professions i pictured myself pursuing as a child.
i'm a cook by profession, which is apparently what five years of uni amounts to. i do make a mean iceberg lettuce and mayonnaise salad. that was a joke. i make those too.
sometimes i get confused in the middle of the night and dig around frantically in the sheets in search of my daughter, who is sound asleep in the next room. or occasionally i will get up and take the sheets off the bed in an attempt to expose the spiders. i know they are there. other times, i will just mumble something to my wife about taking a door off its hinges.
i am afraid of the dark, and if i am home alone at bedtime i will turn on the tv in the other room for a little light and noise. also, the gypsy lady from "drag me to hell" scares me shitless, and when i am showering i often imagine that she is just on the other side of the shower curtain.
my favorite color is yellow, or blue (depending on who is asking).
i hope you like my music, as it reflects on me, and i like people who like me. maybe that isn't true in all cases, but i definitely don't like people who don't like me. i think that's a normal reaction, though.
let's see... what else.... i've recently started to pick my nose and eat it when no one is looking. our little secret. i think it is a good way for me to stay in touch with the child i once was. besides, it's just dirt and oil, which are two of the three main ingredients in greek gastronomy (the third is blind anger).
i like to flex in the bathroom mirror, and i leave the door open a crack in the hope that i will be caught. it gives me a good opportunity to practice being bashful.
I constantly make fart noises with my mouth. it doesn't serve any purpose. it doesn't even approach comedy so much as indicate my fear of silence, and the need i feel to fill any still moment with impressions of flatulence and other, sometimes senseless and wholly imagined onomatopoeia.the only thing stopping me from filling this bio with fart sounds is my lack of certainty as to how i might spell them."theeewwwp!" ""fffffrrrrrp!" my mouth gas seems always to end with a "p." i suppose such a burst of air could only be reenacted with the help of an un-voiced, bilabial plosive.... it lends the necessary pop, the perfect accent.
as of late, i've begun to speak english with a heavy russian accent: "in my country, i am cardiologist.here, i am worker in cafeteria. mother would cry if kremlin allowed."



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