End Of The Week. Lawd.

I'm so tired of standing, I can't stand no more.
Said, I'm so tired of this standing, just can't stand no more.
Seem like I'm doing the job of gravity, holding down the floor.

Hey Soul Mates,
It's been a long week. Victories, setbacks, holding patterns. We've had all three.

Victories: The band is feeling good about our presence on YouTube. The response to our tour footage and support of our fans has given us a needed boost. At the end of the day, yesterday, we ranked #28 on YouTube's most viewed music channels. That means a lot of you were watching, hopefully more than once. Be sure to join YouTube, so you can leave comments and rate our videos. That helps raise our profile there. Thanks to all of our fans on MySpace who have left some nice words of encouragement.

Setbacks: Hmm. X-ray says my left hip is going. No surgery now, but further down the road. Just like Prince and Eddie Van Halen. Too much monkey business on stage. Tho' the Doc says I've got great flexibility for such a damaged boy.

Holding Patterns: I'm reminded of a press quote about a now-successful group made of our peers that they "couldn't get arrested in L.A." No, that would be Rush Hour Soul. No pity party necessary. Just means there's nothing they can pin on us... yet! In the meantime, Bryan and I are boycotting haircuts until the right moment strikes. If you see us on the street, do not be alarmed.

It was a typical day in Hollywood for yours truly. Walking back to work after lunch, I got a head nod from Mel Gibson as he road his bicycle past me. Then I got a nice long look from Jessica Simpson while she was leaving the soundstage she was filming in. She saw me first. Ha ha. She's taller than I would have guessed. I could make this stuff up, but if I did, it would be Spike Lee and Meryl Streep. People tell me that I have that "you look like someone they should know" quality. That hoodoo must have worked on Mel and Jess.

I wish all of you a relaxing, safe weekend. I have to thank New Orleans for drafting USC star Reggie Bush. Because of his status here in L.A., my Cleveland Browns will be on television Sunday! And I don't have to leave the house to watch them. I love my Browns. It's their home opener, too. Their home opener hasn't been on tv here since they came back to the league and got the stuffing spanked out by the Steelers in '99. This is what I'm looking forward to most this weekend. That and the cooling trend. Actually put on my corduroy jacket to go out this evening.

Well, my baby dog is requiring my attention.
Love, Power, Peace

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