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RHS Wins CLICK TO PICK

Hey Soul Mates,
bricks and chicks we're the winners of
Next Big Hit's Click To Pick. Why? Because you voted for us. Thank you for your support and for believing in us and the music we make. It's such a humbling thing, knowing how much you all enjoy the songs we play. We received more votes than any other previous winner (including American Idol's Jasmine Trias) and got 60% of the vote. Special props to our "college" fans. You know who your are.

Well, this means that A Talent For Loving will get another spin on this coming week's installment of the Next Big Hit (Nov. 1). And get this, NBH is coming to LA. That's right, NBH in conjunction with
Suite 108 (you know them: the Monday Show & Indie Airplay) will be having a meet and greet at the Karma Coffeehouse on Wednesday, Nov. 2. The "meet" will be from 6-8 pm. Following that, there will be acoustic performances and the audio will be streamed by Suite 108. Bryan and I will be attending (Doug is out of town, but may be there). So drop by and meet us if you haven't already. Or meet us again for the first time! Plus, we plan on playing a couple of songs. So it's a rare opportunity to hear us do an acoustic number or two.

Hope it was a good weekend for everyone. I spent a lot of time practicing my bass, hunting down that Washburn AB40 I want and catching up on watching episodes of Lost. That show rocks. It can be a bit frustrating, because the characters can do foolish things. But for the most part, I jones for Lost.

Have a safe Halloween. Still don't know what I'ma dress as. But I did get a $3 black mask from the party supply store. Maybe I'll be a lyrical gangster. Word.

Love, Power, Peace

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