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It Only Took A Month

Hey Soul Mates,
the photos are finished from our
CD Release Show at BB King's. There are 40 pictures in all on two pages. So be sure to visit each page to see all the pageantry. Several of the Soul Mates made the photo-spread. In action, no less: looking good.

It takes a while to prepare the photos for the internet. This time, I tried something new to save myself a bit of the headache of loading and creating a page for each individual pic. Thus, the thumbnails are attached to the pics only, not a designated page with other information on it. This should make it easier for your computer to load the snaps.

It's the beginning of the weekend. Last night, Bryan and I went to the Mint to catch a short set by
Rich Mahan. He's quite a good guitarist and writer. Bryan and I also discussed the feasibility and possibility of doing a mini-tour of the East Coast in early '06. Would our fans in WPB & DC like that? Details to follow.

Tonight, I'm going to my friend
Micah's one man show. He's always a laugh riot, even when he's not cracking himself up on stage. Micah is always supportive of what I'm doing. Gotta return the love. There are so few artists in town who aren't intimidated or feel some sort of competition with their peers. You have to show your love for your friends with talent and the gumption to live out a dream. Go, Micah. Plus his blog is hysterical (and he wrote some very complimentary things about us after our BB's show). I'm going to tune into Las Vegas simply to see him on TV.

Have a great weekend. And to our people in Florida: stay dry!
Love, Power, Peace

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