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Hey Soul Mates,
so that damn fool at LADWP nearly kilt my computer. Special thanks to my man, Johnny G. for making the house call to fix 'er up. I'm not a conspiracy theorist, but I think the MAN was trynna keep me down by busting my hoopty computer.

Things are buzzing. A lot of you are telling me how excited you are about our upcoming show. We are too. The VIP list is doing nicely. We have an RSVP from the head of a major label; a Motown legend; and members of a Rock Hall band. Plus, my Dad is flying in for Atlanta for it. So you know this is going to be a night to remember. The CDs are being made as we speak. The tickets are flying out of our hands. Good times, as Chic would sing.

Bryan is coming over tonight and we are going to figure out the setlist. Also, we are trying to come up with a neat cover version to do for you all.

Just a note: the new Rolling Stones' album A Bigger Bang is 2/3 of a brilliant record. Easily their best LP since Some Girls. The opener Rough Justice is as fun as anything from the latter. Back of My Hand is a perfect Delta blues. Only the Stones can emulate Little Walter and Muddy that well. I'll try to get you a full review after a few more spins.


Love, Power, Peace

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