070626JB - WE have setup PayPal. You can now buy our CD on the merchandise page. Sam has joined forces with the remaining members in Santa Fe and is working on new material, though under what submoniker, it is still unknown. On the other side of the great mountains, near the sea, in a foggy bay, Sean has started a new entity and a new MySpace page called, THE NOCEROS.

070425SM - YES, the band "noceros" is going on what will probably be a long hiatus. Sean is moving to San Francisco. Being that none of us want to stop doing this and working within this style, we had to come to a resolution. We are dorkier than Rush fans and much more creative. So, there exists a possibility for multiple noceros bands. The spellings will be different, and they will most likely sound different from each other, but they will continue to perpetuate the myth of this beast and its history. Some ideas include "nasaurus", "gnoceros", "the noceros", "anoceros", etc. The name "noceros" will only be used again when we reunite. Stay tuned to be confused. We can't wait to read about this shit on wikipedia.

070306JB - WE love to play this kind of music and write this kind of music. Cannot we see any other way to happiness. The myth we make of ourselves is here on this pond's surface, the background from the sky in our eye. Do you see it? American diamonds.

070305JB - ARE we an entity? No doubt about it. Like sooth saying suckers with instruments of transformations, we are they they... are we we... are they they... are we we... are they they... are we we... is strong and thick, but the music speaks for itself and slips under soaps. Those little hotel soaps. They're free, too; as long as you pay to stay.

070214JB - CRUDE is this may seem, only nothing is worse than not connecting. Banished from all of eternity, afloat a bubble in a sea of purple flower star stuff. I alone are they and they are we. The stove, when getting hot, sees past the deserted state, an oasis in The Sahara, and declares its self-recognition as, "I am we" (in a Roswellian banter). This is why it gets so damn hot. Connect to Noceros, support a structure with an amiable projectile. Smother our grief.

060201SM - LONG ago, during the Eocene Epoch in the Tertiary period of the Cenozoic Era, there existed a ferocious beast by the name of NOCEROS. This beast would have been feared by most, if only it had a horn. Because of this small detail, it wasn't so ferocious at all and was at best a very loud complainer. Even still it had the cunning to survive long enough to eventually develop a horn. It even caused the extinction of the Unisaurus (one of the last great reptiles-which actually did have horns). How, you might ask, was this possible? Well, one can only speculate that the NOCEROS (traveling in groups of about @#%$^--as we know from their archeological remains) would corner the loner Unisaurus and batter it to death with their blunt, fatty muzzles. The only problem was that this left them open to being flanked by jaguaricorns, who loved to feed on their ever-so-delightful fatty flesh. Be this as it might, or should, but possibly wasn't, because you could also say that you couldn't say for sure (but what would you mean by that). The fact remains that jaguaricorns didn't last as long (the stupid fudders could not ever get it together)." -From the closing remarks at the 2004 Grand Mesa Archeological Conference on Native People's Help I'm a Rock Art.