Report: In the past few days there's been a strange amount of keyboards on the streets of Belgrade. They were everywhere. Usually they just stood there, but as time passed by, we noticed a tendency of the keyboards for trying to communicate with people. It all started when we saw some people acting weird and providing them transportation by carrying them in the arms from location-A to location-B downtown. We think that they have some kind of mind control device which they use to make humans help them move. But it's just a theory. More likely they came from another planet and need some kind of organic fuel. It's been 10 days now, as we are trapped in a room not far from the center of the city that once was our home town. The only survivors are a few kids, a pregnant woman in the 9th month, a scientist who's been studying the behavior of keyboards for twenty years, one African American, a couple in the middle sixties, a hansom young man who's wife had died and is looking for his son and a super model in casual clothes. However we believe that a part of the human race found shelter on the south. The keyboards managed to get control over the power supply centers and factories, schools and the government buildings. They integrated in every part of the society using a fast-connect technology we think is called USG or USB, as we are still trying to decipher the meaning. The keyboard race has gained control of the water supply, public transportation, telecommunications, heating system, roads and railroads, elevators, doors and stairs. The army left two days ago and evacuated to Albania, when the only left press center "Palma tv inc." announced the information Albania being the point zero - the only keyboard safe zone now. We have no further information about what is going on outside at the moment. There are roomers that the government is planning to do the best to get a cheap and effective way of dealing with the current "keyboard issue". We hope that they'll find a solution. The past few days were hell and we are out of supplies except for some cans of rat poison. If anybody hears this message, please send us a can opener.
Went to the city, took a guitar and some equipment, went home. I didn't play. A friend did. Hell of a night!
