Too Damn Good, Is What

Hey Soul Mates,
as many of you know, we submitted our video A Talent For Loving and other clips into YouTube's first "Underground" music video contest. For some reason, they have declared all 3 of our pieces ineligible. What? Well, cousin, it must be that our videos are too damn good, is what!

The contest starts tomorrow, so we'll never know how we might have fared. Be sure to check in on our YouTube page on Wednesday Oct. 25. You never know. I've seen some of the other clips and they are definitely amateurish, so maybe that's what they wanted. We too slick, y'all. But that's how we roll.

We appreciate all of the kind things our fans and peers are saying about our work. It was a joy to make and more fun to present to you. We are up to 1600 plays of "Talent." And close to 4000 views over all. Thanks!

Also in the news, we are hoping to present a fantastic double bill in December with the Adam Marsland Chaos Band. You know them. We played with AMCB at the IPO fest in L.A. in August. But we've wanted to do a proper show with them for some time. If this one goes off there will be musical fireworks!

In the meantime, I'm sure you've polished your shoes and pressed your suit for our show at the Gig next Thursday (Nov. 2). We've got a few surprises up our sleeves. So watch out or rather, listen up!

Love, Power, Peace

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