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Bringing SharpBack

Hey Soul Mates,
How's the weekend treating you? Yesterday was Christmas tree day. Got a beautiful 6 foot noble pine. I think. Lots of the houses in the neighborhood have their halls decked!

It was also a fitting day for my newly altered suit. My tailor, Armen, who also did my shirts for our tour of the UK is reconstructing my suits so they actually fit. Let me tell you, it makes a huge difference. You can't walk around this town in a big gray box. Lookin' like a wall of fabric.
David Byrne in his big suit, you know? It's a Ted Baker, though (and I dig Ted's stuff), so it didn't need too much work. Anyway, the sleeves need a gentle touch and then it's off to the races. To go with the suit, I acquired a new gray snap brim hat. Who's bringing sexy back? Don't care, I'm bringing sharp back. Been bringing it! I'll post pictures next weekend.

Which reminds me, we are going to be working on two new songs at our next few rehearsals. One is an original, the other another surprise cover song for our show on Dec. 13. Should be fun. The RHS original has a history, which I want to blog, in fact, I should turn into a short story.

OK, I have to get serious. Today, we have another
A3M bone marrow match drive up at Wat Thai for our girl, Soontaree. We love you, Soontaree. Your match is on its way!

Love, Power, Peace

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