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Hey Soul Mates,
what a long, productive day. Yow. I flew home from Atlanta early in the day. Traffic here was sluggish and it took about an hour to get back to NoHo. Lots of traveling.

It was a lot of fun hanging out last night with Dad, Nate and my cousin Skippy, who drove in from South Carolina. We talked a lot about the Harlem of Dad's youth, the importance of passing down black American history, and, of course, music. By the way, Skippy matched my dapperness! Check us out. Yes, more musicians in the family. You go, cuzzin!

Shortly after getting home, I buzzed off to Santa Monica for our recording sessions. We are producing these tracks ourselves. A giant leap for us. When I got there, Doug was set up, mic'ed and ready to go. It's great to be back and getting down to real business with Bryan & Doug. This is us with our engineer Chris (who is da man!). Go to our website to see a larger version.



The tracks we put down are something else. I'm listening to the non-mixed roughs right now and they are fantastic. No vocals, no mix, no levels and they are cracking! Now it can be revealed which songs we are producing and which basic take we are using for each (drum roll...) :

A Talent For Loving (take 1)
Down By Love (take 2)
and the ladies' choice, Done Lost My Mind (take 4)

Oh, dinner was chicken parmigiano from Buca di Beppo across the street from the studio. I highly recommend it. It's got lots of prosciutto on top.
All right. Time for this singer to go to bed. Must get 8 hours of sleep. Minimal talking for the next 12 hours. And zero talking on the telephone. So if you call me, be prepared to leave a message. Have a great Sunday. We'll be doing our best to make records for you to enjoy.

Love, Power, Peace

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